aftermath
I'm just a passive-aggressive
manic-depressive
with a talent for being awkward.
My mind has many intricate traps
without any maps,
And I'm supposed to move forward.
Of course I'll wake up tomorrow,
Regret and sorrow,
Craving the lost touch of a mother.
Sad, clingy and far too withdrawn,
I'll never see dawn.
The cycle seeks out another.
So if you're up don't come around,
This one's going down.
And I'll do my best to bring you with.
I say I need you here by my side
save yourself and hide.
The boy who cried wolf's just a myth.
Death comes daily I swear it,
My cross; I'll bear it.
We are all doing it to ourselves.
In the end we won't see who was right,
So put up your fight.
Keep taking good books off the shelves.
So burn with me
or fall down the well.
Man is his God,
And I'm stuck in Hell.
manic-depressive
with a talent for being awkward.
My mind has many intricate traps
without any maps,
And I'm supposed to move forward.
Of course I'll wake up tomorrow,
Regret and sorrow,
Craving the lost touch of a mother.
Sad, clingy and far too withdrawn,
I'll never see dawn.
The cycle seeks out another.
So if you're up don't come around,
This one's going down.
And I'll do my best to bring you with.
I say I need you here by my side
save yourself and hide.
The boy who cried wolf's just a myth.
Death comes daily I swear it,
My cross; I'll bear it.
We are all doing it to ourselves.
In the end we won't see who was right,
So put up your fight.
Keep taking good books off the shelves.
So burn with me
or fall down the well.
Man is his God,
And I'm stuck in Hell.