you said you hate my suffering

[quietgreyeyes]

and you understood
and you'd take care of me
you'd always be there

well where are you now?

stinky like bleu cheese.
thats how these times are.
i'm falling like a broken star.
rejected from the open sky
with millions of years to burn, to die.
am i worth the air i breathe.
the questions asked as we fall beneath.
why do i do all the things that i do
and i see in the end... i did them for you.