Reviewing the usual pages is a habit
And I feel like my smile is fading
For some reason I feel tired
For some reason my time I'm wasting
And I feel like time isn't passing
My mind is chaos
I just wait patiently
Something that depends on me
I postpone everything for the next day
Because my life is not enough
Stop messing with my mind
Fuck this day
Fuck my life
What does it matter if I only use the band-aid one day?
The point is the scar, the point is the bleeding
While I pretend to remember a sacred face
What did you expect?
Possibly I still adore you
I still hear his voice
My life keeps draining
I still blame others
And my verses are killing me
Uncertainty
I hear in the words of the devil
The paper castle is burning
And in a garbage dump I'm drowning
With only the instruments shining
Alone, alone, alone
Too weak for a suicide
With candle wax in the crotch,
A bloody cheerleader dress
And the voice is screwed up by so much tobacco
A match in the water
Now it seems like I'm playing
I want to wrap my arm
And give it like one more sweet
Feeling the spectrums of paintings
Looking over me
The bodies in the streets
The lost concert
I don't know what to think of myself
Before I fall asleep
And everything goes to oblivion.
-Burn!
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