The blanks keep drawing themselves
Ashes falling from the sky, our lungs fill with smoke
The clouds reflect the fire, mind still with hope
Covered by the bruises on my skin it rains steel, I choke
Eyes focused on "her" this back brace was never real, I broke
I fumble over the final words in her letter
and am let down by every lie I feel she wrote
Sticks and stones draw blood, these words kill me though
Hanging from a thread but what I hung from was nearly rope
Metal still relentless from above and i'm cleary soaked
Chaos drowning out my woeful sighs they couldn't hear me, nope
Jumped the median, steering free from harm I broke away, I miss her
As all grows silent her words are this wind and as I choke away the whispers
Lust and jealousy it was never hard to say they're sisters'
Now i'm the pool of gasoline, and you're the flame that flickers
Each day growing more vague... quicker
So now i'm enjoying more the pain in the foreplay with her
A word from fate telling that life or death was never your say mister
Progression from the bruises start to scab then of course they blister
Better to have loved and lost, then to have lost love for yourself
Cause when you're rock bottom not everybody that's above you can help
The clouds reflect the fire, mind still with hope
Covered by the bruises on my skin it rains steel, I choke
Eyes focused on "her" this back brace was never real, I broke
I fumble over the final words in her letter
and am let down by every lie I feel she wrote
Sticks and stones draw blood, these words kill me though
Hanging from a thread but what I hung from was nearly rope
Metal still relentless from above and i'm cleary soaked
Chaos drowning out my woeful sighs they couldn't hear me, nope
Jumped the median, steering free from harm I broke away, I miss her
As all grows silent her words are this wind and as I choke away the whispers
Lust and jealousy it was never hard to say they're sisters'
Now i'm the pool of gasoline, and you're the flame that flickers
Each day growing more vague... quicker
So now i'm enjoying more the pain in the foreplay with her
A word from fate telling that life or death was never your say mister
Progression from the bruises start to scab then of course they blister
Better to have loved and lost, then to have lost love for yourself
Cause when you're rock bottom not everybody that's above you can help