I’m losing what’s left of my dignity
But ill fight till the end for her heart
Ill never give up for what’s possibly
For better for worse this love must be cursed Here's to cheap sex and codeine in a hospital bed. And maybe I'd object, if I felt at all alive. Everybody is dying to lay down with you. I got the order all wrong. I must have bumped my head. Maybe I should quiet down. Don't bet on another black out, I'll i need help fan and rate me please You could be the end of me
Too many shades of gray
It's just another pointless game that we play Styling your shroud
Infecting the crowd
Steady letting the fruit of her thrill
Fool you so well
Fictitious styles of living
We've expected to work
But this is all your giving
Half of what your worth
Pigeon holed in battles
Overtones of snow in her clutch
In the end we're all just chalklines on the concrete
Drawn only to be washed away
For the time that I've been given
I am what I am Lock myself up in a room without a window,
Just to see if it was any easier to breathe.
I was wrong. the past few days have been amazing It’s a silent murder
It’s a grave that sings your song
It’s a quiet failure
It’s the one that makes you strong
We are heading down a long empty road
We pass lost souls blinded by the cold
Watch the fire burn out
Watch the curtains Oh no, if all our sin was only a hope
And meaningless and true
Now will I expire holding the womb
In safety for you
If we make it through and I can save you
With this heart I know, I will carry us home I've drowned my conscience and cast another stone.
I took to preaching while dancing on the code.
I can't see where I've been and only god knows where I'll be.
But there must be a place for a wretch like me. 11 595 to level hit me up and rate me if this ain't love then how do we get out?
because I don't know
that's when she said I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save
that's when I told her I love you girl
but I'm not the answer to the questions that No more I'm taking this hatred from you
You make me feel dead when I'm talking to you
You'll take me for granted when I'm not around
So burn all your bridges 'cause\ What we know is almost nothing at all
But we are what we are till the day we die
Or till we don't have the strength to go on Cleaned up the mess I'm in, now I am born again.
Naked, spotless motion without strings.
I've flushed the filth to sea, the limbs and sharp debris but if that water rises woe is me. |