song lyrics
these are some lyrics .... that i like and they will only mean what their suppose to ...
to thoes who they are suppose to mean things to....
*************If I could I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells and remove whatever makes you hurt but I am too weak to be your cure. Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry? I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.*******************
and one more
If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.
I hope you find out what you want. I already know what I am.
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again.
And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.
I'll grow old and start acting my age. I'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate.
A crown of gold. A heart that's harder than stone.
And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone.
If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of the state.
You can keep to yourself. I'll keep out of your way.
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down.
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out.
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room, when I sneak to your bed to pour
salt in your wounds.
So call it quits or get a grip. Say you wanted a solution.
You just wanted to be missed. You are calm and reposed.
Let your beauty unfold. Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close. You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin.
Standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins. I'm glad that you can forgive. I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget.
to thoes who they are suppose to mean things to....
*************If I could I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells and remove whatever makes you hurt but I am too weak to be your cure. Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry? I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.*******************
and one more
If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.
I hope you find out what you want. I already know what I am.
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again.
And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.
I'll grow old and start acting my age. I'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate.
A crown of gold. A heart that's harder than stone.
And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone.
If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of the state.
You can keep to yourself. I'll keep out of your way.
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down.
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out.
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room, when I sneak to your bed to pour
salt in your wounds.
So call it quits or get a grip. Say you wanted a solution.
You just wanted to be missed. You are calm and reposed.
Let your beauty unfold. Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close. You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin.
Standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins. I'm glad that you can forgive. I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget.