Damn Near the end of all things good.

Dec 04, 2003 22:28

We both grew up.
I never want to feel,
My hands hate to steal.
I hate you High,
I never like your lies.
Friends to the end,
From me to you my heart will never end.
Last chance to kill hat is here,
Last glimpse of me before What is left starts to Disappear.
From my room,
I see night fall will be coming soon.
Become all that I never know,
Both of us start to grow old.
As he breaks down,
Photographs catch each tear falling to the ground.
Light, Burn, Fill my black earn with ashes,
Tomorrow Nothing Will matter alot less,
Things have gotten worse I must confess.

Do more harm than good, should have never pressed the numbers twice. Gone to bed asleep, with out worry. Out of my mouth, and onto the screen, these thoughts are so unsparing. I lay in bed until the guillotine cuts me in to. I should have known it was not just me but you. Who's Who in the town I know? A Christmas party that I look forward to. We can sing and dance. None, that is more than now. They hold you close, that one is weak, snow fall must seem very bleak.
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