Are these feelings mutual?
I drown in my own tainted thoughts
But my life vest is with somebody else
Just tell myself, "I know you don't mean it, I know you don't mean it."
With these thoughts, let me drown
This reoccurring nightmare
Alone in this revolving door
Hallucinating in my thoughts
Still feeling I need more
With these thoughts, let me drown
Show me how to be happy again
Don't let this tear me apart anymore
Help me up and help me let go
My only problem is I don't want to
With these thoughts, let me drown
April 24, 2009
April 21, 2009
Sharp Daggers and Prom Dresses
I hope for your sake you are prepared for what's next
My hand was her deterioration and resurrection
By the way you say my name, thinking by actions and acting by wishes,
Just forget the past, forget everything I said
Remind myself to take time to breathe because this is the last breath I'll take without you
Oh Romeo, where are you? Ruin my night and carve out my spine
Jest at the scar that never felt a wound and live to see me one more time
This prick of mine and this gash of yours compensates for all these lies
For everything I'm worth and everything you're not
Dig your own grave and stab me in the back
The vibrations of the piano tell me what your thinking
Just let me know, is that all she wrote?
My hand was her deterioration and resurrection
By the way you say my name, thinking by actions and acting by wishes,
Just forget the past, forget everything I said
Remind myself to take time to breathe because this is the last breath I'll take without you
Oh Romeo, where are you? Ruin my night and carve out my spine
Jest at the scar that never felt a wound and live to see me one more time
This prick of mine and this gash of yours compensates for all these lies
For everything I'm worth and everything you're not
Dig your own grave and stab me in the back
The vibrations of the piano tell me what your thinking
Just let me know, is that all she wrote?
April 20, 2009
What we are.
We are the skydiver that free falls with hope.
We are the pilot that splits the clouds.
We are the romance that looks into the eyes of God.
We are the balloon that still hasn't come back.
We are the stars too far to reach.
We are the planets that cannot reach.
And me? I'm the rain on the parade.
We are the pilot that splits the clouds.
We are the romance that looks into the eyes of God.
We are the balloon that still hasn't come back.
We are the stars too far to reach.
We are the planets that cannot reach.
And me? I'm the rain on the parade.
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