it's...about florian..
My eyes are as yet shining out of shining river moon,
For you my love I will sail a boat I've never seen,
And you will be mine forever as of soon,
And for you my love I would take a knife and scream.
Your pain a misunderstanding within my reach,
Your pain a flower blossoming into a deadly rose,
Your heart a stone cold block that only I can breach,
Your heart, once a warm flame, now a candle that has froze.
Don't eat your meals, instead throw fists,
Don't stay a virgin, don't stay pure,
Do over-dose, do slit your wrists,
Do catch a deadly disease, don't find a cure.
Your life is a poem a story for another to write,
A story filled with advantages taken sin after sin,
The only thing left you can do is fight your fight,
And in the end I hope I may help us win.
A simple boy and one crazy dream turned sick,
A dream realized and a boy turned man,
Society has played us a terrible trick,
When a 40 year old pervert is his biggest fan.
Posted pictures now revealing his greatest achievement in manhood,
On a magic screen showing what other's want to see,
His pain can not be cured by putting down the pills or swallowing his food,
For he's still not what he wants just what everyone wants him to be.
And the mirror doesn't show him who he is any longer,
His green eyes dulling with every passing year,
And he weakens as he appears to get stronger,
And he withers more with every moment passed in here.
And now he can't escape what used to be his dreams,
Everyone around him has planned his life up to his demise,
And it seems all he can control are his cuts and screams,
And that's what everybody wants, which comes as no surprise.
For you my love I will sail a boat I've never seen,
And you will be mine forever as of soon,
And for you my love I would take a knife and scream.
Your pain a misunderstanding within my reach,
Your pain a flower blossoming into a deadly rose,
Your heart a stone cold block that only I can breach,
Your heart, once a warm flame, now a candle that has froze.
Don't eat your meals, instead throw fists,
Don't stay a virgin, don't stay pure,
Do over-dose, do slit your wrists,
Do catch a deadly disease, don't find a cure.
Your life is a poem a story for another to write,
A story filled with advantages taken sin after sin,
The only thing left you can do is fight your fight,
And in the end I hope I may help us win.
A simple boy and one crazy dream turned sick,
A dream realized and a boy turned man,
Society has played us a terrible trick,
When a 40 year old pervert is his biggest fan.
Posted pictures now revealing his greatest achievement in manhood,
On a magic screen showing what other's want to see,
His pain can not be cured by putting down the pills or swallowing his food,
For he's still not what he wants just what everyone wants him to be.
And the mirror doesn't show him who he is any longer,
His green eyes dulling with every passing year,
And he weakens as he appears to get stronger,
And he withers more with every moment passed in here.
And now he can't escape what used to be his dreams,
Everyone around him has planned his life up to his demise,
And it seems all he can control are his cuts and screams,
And that's what everybody wants, which comes as no surprise.