tooo late too tired to think but give me a sec
i dont know, where the days go when days are slow, or the time is all past, paper burns as fast, as life lasts, but its all been a waste to throw my memories in the trash. i try to ripe the rotten fruit, two full six to shoot, the guns i've gained, for melted dreams of fame. Fallen from the tops of trees like dien leaves blown away by the cool winter breeze.
nothing ever made any scence to me, as long as i could praise the one i please. but given everthing, never meant a dam to me. so wat if its free , to lose wat life means, the forgotten memory of how our love is real.
so you'll be the theaf, who stole all that made me, whole, but given the story back from the other eyes seen before ill realize the scars i left that willl never heal no matter wat id say or do. n where were yuou when i was a fool, no car for a ride would be worth its price.
just let it hang, the hearts we break, be on our sleeves, like orniments on chritmas trees. just go to sleep, forget these bad dreams n let, fuck up, be the words given to me passed down to my family, n shared for the snow meant more then my soul. as love was pure as the mistake.
nothing ever made any scence to me, as long as i could praise the one i please. but given everthing, never meant a dam to me. so wat if its free , to lose wat life means, the forgotten memory of how our love is real.
so you'll be the theaf, who stole all that made me, whole, but given the story back from the other eyes seen before ill realize the scars i left that willl never heal no matter wat id say or do. n where were yuou when i was a fool, no car for a ride would be worth its price.
just let it hang, the hearts we break, be on our sleeves, like orniments on chritmas trees. just go to sleep, forget these bad dreams n let, fuck up, be the words given to me passed down to my family, n shared for the snow meant more then my soul. as love was pure as the mistake.