It's joyful having nights where you cry yourself to sleep,
wishing for the softest note to guide you in your dreams.
But there are words you cant forgive, words you cant forget,
they're burning all my dreams and making nightmares in my head.
I used to think these columns could hold the strongest rock,
now even air is strong enough to tear them all apart.
I've never felt a need like this, my bones have never been so bare,
yeah, I'm not the way to go but I'm sure i'll meet you there.
It's great knowing you think of me, but think of them as well,
and what it makes my body feel, I'm unable to kill.
The bitterness of new and old, the haunt beyond the yield,
god i just wish you'd keep your words and feelings all concealed.
I had bitter sweet connections, that never words could break
now every time you breathe i think about the one i hate.
I waited up for you, and what good did it do?
I'm just worse off than you wish i was, great thing you've accomplished.
twenty years from now i'll feel what's stuck in me.
this wound is swollen up, and ill keep it in.
i don't want to bleed again, not from you.
it's fun faking this, it really is.
wishing for the softest note to guide you in your dreams.
But there are words you cant forgive, words you cant forget,
they're burning all my dreams and making nightmares in my head.
I used to think these columns could hold the strongest rock,
now even air is strong enough to tear them all apart.
I've never felt a need like this, my bones have never been so bare,
yeah, I'm not the way to go but I'm sure i'll meet you there.
It's great knowing you think of me, but think of them as well,
and what it makes my body feel, I'm unable to kill.
The bitterness of new and old, the haunt beyond the yield,
god i just wish you'd keep your words and feelings all concealed.
I had bitter sweet connections, that never words could break
now every time you breathe i think about the one i hate.
I waited up for you, and what good did it do?
I'm just worse off than you wish i was, great thing you've accomplished.
twenty years from now i'll feel what's stuck in me.
this wound is swollen up, and ill keep it in.
i don't want to bleed again, not from you.
it's fun faking this, it really is.
Post has been edited 3 time(s), last time on Mar 15 2009, 6:13 am by ToA.