ride
The same song keeps playing yet I don’t know what it says
I’m too focused on the fact that you both think I’m dead
While I sit here and stare at the broken glossy glass
That’s been cut time and time again by the booming blades
That pound in my head along with this stupid song that I still don’t want to hear
Why did I even bother to come along and sit here
Through this abuse and misuse of an already broken heart
That still denies that its ever been sick and I can’t seem to hide the bandages
While my throat is sore from the fighting and yelling in my head
At this point I’m kind of just wishing I was dead.
These hours seem like days that are waited all alone
In the backseat of your life, but I used to be the passenger.
Now a new body is belted there, while I’m tortured like an outsider,
Having to watch and wait and try to navigate
Through the depths of a forest in which I have never been
While the enemy chases me and pretends its my best friend.
What is a crushed soul supposed to do?
Admit to its flaws, bow down, retreat,
Or save a place in my heart for this sweet
Sweet picture that I’ve taken in my mind
Of a boy with a girl, pouring his heart out,
She doing the same, while they both look away
And play this little game like it doesn’t matter and never did at all
The hearts are broken, new love is found, and then drowned,
and the angels that once floated, now fall.
As I am lost, without hope, without you,
and I fear that you have the same plans for me too
But the gods above have something bigger for me to do
And none of that does dare include you.