sleeplike within self-made hells and heavens
cursed beds holding damned kids and their crying lovers
read your poems to the wall of your condemned rooms
or sweep them away if those lines mean anything to you
carve some words into your limbs
if you are ready to write any hymns
for these pretty eyed kids and their clenched fists
i swear i never wanted to write this song again
but fighting the world trough a song keeps me sane
it's 4 am and i am salting wounds with our demise
and i am sure you don't wanna know this mad man's mind
is that so-called 'love' all i've ever had?
will it be the only thing i'll ever have?
the empty mirrors,the saddest songs,
the flickering light,all my right and wrongs
your shameful faces,my overactive thoughts,
my long lost innocence- thanks to all of you,you fucks
all of my secrets are dragging me down
i am the most apathetic silhouette of this ghost town
and without words i've promised too much
can you feel,my dear...
my cold,cold touch?
"i'm sorry darling,
i fucking tried
and if you didn't know :
you have my heart
when i couldn’t talk this was all i wanted to say”
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