New Song! Again..
Yeah..whatever..
"Untitled"
Angelic wings are my sympathy but the devil loves me
I close my eyes, and cradle romance and lust softly
My spine aches from lying in a bed of thorns
My broken heart has left me crumbling into a grave
A grave, for my life that I was too afraid to dig
Let me stare at the sky, until the sun burns out…
It reminds me of the excitement of just being able to breathe…
But I’ve lost touch, and living is just too much
Everything I seem to take…
Every moment I seem to break
And my eyes are glassy, so make it last
By the time I’m crying, you’ve shattered like glass
I’m killing time, to write a hymn that won’t be sung
Words I write, were never organized (they never made much sense)
All I’ve known, has been gathered by myself, all alone
Lifeless stare…at the mirror I’m getting sick of this
Pull me to the ground so I can taste my six feet of bliss
They cut my wrist for me, out of sympathy!
And my thanks go to life, for handing me a knife
But I’ve lost touch, and living is just too much
Everything I seem to take…
Every moment I seem to break
And my eyes are glassy, so make it last
By the time I’m crying, you’ve shattered like glass
I bet no one knows my name…
I bet no one ever felt the same…
I bet no one knows my name
"Untitled"
Angelic wings are my sympathy but the devil loves me
I close my eyes, and cradle romance and lust softly
My spine aches from lying in a bed of thorns
My broken heart has left me crumbling into a grave
A grave, for my life that I was too afraid to dig
Let me stare at the sky, until the sun burns out…
It reminds me of the excitement of just being able to breathe…
But I’ve lost touch, and living is just too much
Everything I seem to take…
Every moment I seem to break
And my eyes are glassy, so make it last
By the time I’m crying, you’ve shattered like glass
I’m killing time, to write a hymn that won’t be sung
Words I write, were never organized (they never made much sense)
All I’ve known, has been gathered by myself, all alone
Lifeless stare…at the mirror I’m getting sick of this
Pull me to the ground so I can taste my six feet of bliss
They cut my wrist for me, out of sympathy!
And my thanks go to life, for handing me a knife
But I’ve lost touch, and living is just too much
Everything I seem to take…
Every moment I seem to break
And my eyes are glassy, so make it last
By the time I’m crying, you’ve shattered like glass
I bet no one knows my name…
I bet no one ever felt the same…
I bet no one knows my name