shatter sentimental beings in the street,
with a silence so deafening
and the vision of the thousand memories
strewn around the scene
they glint in the sunlight
dont look back, its a sad sight
whats worse, death or purgatory?
when you life in hell, are both right?
why do you wear that stupid man suit?
would you remove it if you could?
i swore to keep my mouth shut
but its known that i shouldnt
you were wrong, i forsaw it
now take the time you need, admit it
broken and miserable?
jaded and crused?
perfect and stressed
this is where i need to be
it ripped and tore me
now my heart is gone
there's nothing but bloddstains and bitemarks
im not high anymore, limbo as hell, for good reason
but i couldnt be happier
its the perfect season
i gave you the dream i once had
shard a life that was no longer bad
but you used it, and used it hard
but id do it all again, at the next beat of my heart
never to come again, thanks for the art
when my pen bleeds, all can read my brain
head and soul filled with pain
set to the tune of happiness, in a town of the insane
i know you wont miss me when im gone
three thousand miles is not all that far eh?
dont hesitate to write, cuz id love to feel the same
open arms to the night sky
the stars spell out hope in its code
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