Apr 01, 2004 14:26
maybe if we werent so young and our experiences werent so new we could better face them
maybe if we werent so old and our pride didnt keep us tired we wouldnt have to face them
but obstacles of obsurd types keep us on our faces
and lies that lovers can not hear keep us in our places
and memories of better days hurt more than the bitter days that followed
and words, sweet words, i spoke to you were just too hard to swallow
your favorite color is a broken heart
you paint it on your walls and you wear it everyday
you call it modern day trendy emo rock
songs filled with words you couldn't find the words to say
what a victim , what a lush
DoN'T aSk