May 23, 2007 21:29
Bloody red lips of disgrace, a trail of broken glass crackles
Tired of living in my own skin, will you trade me your shelter?
Round and round then back again, always wondered how it will end
A piece of my grief, if you please, for your piece of heaven
I have always wondered how this world would look through your eyes
And as your life would pour on mine, would i have your blue skies?
Now, as your fate tests my resolve, I wonder how I could be free
This costs me more than I'd care to give, should i stop and go on being me?
And it seems to me an ordinary
Fate will not be mine
I've always wanted a happy ending
Your life will suit me fine
And as you lay my love
Would you care to leave the lights turned on?
And as I slowly break your skin
Permit me to feel this joy beyond
I just want to be happy
Inspired by my love of greener grass.
musings,
music