Just to Start

Jul 28, 2010 01:08

Slowly I am coming to see
We're beating forcefully together like old shackles in cold weather.
Isn't it plain to see?
The riddles in our mind held all the answers the whole time.
I'm always tricking myself into believing, there was always something better out there for me.
Now I am lying on my back and the ice is melting just beneath. my broken bones are refusing to numb. I'm staring at the ceiling hiding in the thunder and the stars, exemplifying all the emptiness that is pulling me apart.
I'll try again to twitch my foot. No, I am sure it's gone for good.
I've become nothing but the past, mixing my dirty blood with broken glass.
but if the end is nigh, I guess I should tell you what's been boiling inside.
Apart from all the disillusioned, over zealous, and confusion. one thing I always knew to be true:
You were always there, yeah, You were always there to Rescue Me.
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