Nov 19, 2004 22:12
Drums in my ears, my throat, and my chest
Tear streaked face and away I am peeling,
If I had just a moment of rest
To escape all these feelings,
This burning hatred, this terrible mess.
I swear, I hurt, I fight,
Sneak out at night...
Go to fucking hell?
Well I just might!
A deep breath in as I drift away
All I have are thoughts of you
If you don't feel the same, well, that's ok
All I want is for you to be true
These drums in my ears, my throat, and my chest
What is this now that I'm feeling?
A melting love, this beautiful mess
And this miracle touch is healing...