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[xwearealldeadx]

when will i rise from this toss turn sleep?
with nothing holding me down into this bed
bring the dirt and make my grave
wont you do it please?
everything is shit. i owe. i lag. i try. i fail. i hate.
the pseudo love the world brings on pretty wings
(it sunk my dreams at sixteen)
i can't laugh, love, breathe, feel, or fuck
without knowing my life is sinking fast
and i dont swim
i dream under a sky that i can see crashing down
while i wish on a star that lies
im transfixed on a better time
drawing out the end
im crying for a life less plagued
pure and defined, why cant you give it me?
i want to hold your hand close to mine
and whisper words so far from true
"...everything will be fine"
(mixing your tears with mine)
we can shake it off kid, "ill try harder and ill make sure we see europe
by summer time."
damn you look so sad when i lie
take my hand, we'll walk this romance
until its the bitter end
humming songs in the key of faith in me
just leave me, because the word on the street
is that im fucked, losing my mind
its just a matter of time
just give me a sign
and ill make it out of here alive
ill keep feeding ink to paper
and i still wont find an answer
im asking, im trying, im needing...
...but still no answer
we must be speaking a different language
"hey whos team are you sleeping for?"
somewhere in hell theres a person like me
with stitch filled skin, and chipped teeth
heres to the eyes that are brighter than mine
and heres to regrets and wasted time
"i need a flashlight..." becasue im obviously blind
kiss me good-bye, im signing of...