(no subject)
i'll follow you into our grave
and carve the stone that reads our names
this letter will read what we fear the most
two wasted lives, too scare to move
the innocence is gone
the passion drifts through the air, isolated. alone
This is where i've found myself
admiring the rise of the sun
and the death of a heart
complacently the room fills with smoke
as the bystander simply nods his head in compliance
to the fact that the world goes on
Nothing can be done about it
Clouds float bym hiding the closure from the sun
When will he find himself
or will he ever at all?
Staind concrete and rusty metal
bars comprise this second story prison, equipped with
short days and
long nights
Begging for something more
Will that something more ever be found?
that answer lies behind the clouds, and the sun
Will we ever get there?
can we reach the stars?
and carve the stone that reads our names
this letter will read what we fear the most
two wasted lives, too scare to move
the innocence is gone
the passion drifts through the air, isolated. alone
This is where i've found myself
admiring the rise of the sun
and the death of a heart
complacently the room fills with smoke
as the bystander simply nods his head in compliance
to the fact that the world goes on
Nothing can be done about it
Clouds float bym hiding the closure from the sun
When will he find himself
or will he ever at all?
Staind concrete and rusty metal
bars comprise this second story prison, equipped with
short days and
long nights
Begging for something more
Will that something more ever be found?
that answer lies behind the clouds, and the sun
Will we ever get there?
can we reach the stars?