Every day leaves as it comes,
The echoes in my soul like a drum,
Pounding fever, chilling flesh,
Looking to the eyes of death,
But it doesn’t come, no matter the wish,
Left to live in this bowl of fish,
Ever drowning and gasping for air,
Material world left in despair,
All alone in a crowded room,
Make no excuse; it’s my own living doom.
I could wash it off, clear my head,
Then I lie in this empty bed
I relive it ever night the past,
Always ending with the explosive crash
Id rather you left with jagged disdain
A broken heart in the pouring rain
Like the songs say, I see here there
Everywhere I look, she’s always there
But that lie I do not have choice
I barely remember the sound of your voice
Your memory fades, I lost your soul
It’s passed me now, like stories untold
Gone for no real reason or why
Taken and ripped, pulled and pried
Twisted metal is all that remains
Of a life so true so perfect and plain
Your laugh your touch, forgotten and gone
Life is my hell, I wait for the dawn
Everyday’s the same, no pleasure, no pain
Just the echoes of love going up in bright flames.
