It’s hurts to say that you played the guitar in your head in your head You memorized the rhythm It cuts through to your spine Look above, look around, look under, you hear no voices The silence didn’t **** you the voice in your head did The burn of your heart did, till you lost sense of it So you keep playing what you wrote saying if my heart did ever bleed it would sound like this It would sound like this It would feel like this It’s my magnum opus I layed on the floor, im always leaving myself helpless
You said I don’t want you, all i want is the memory Can’t bear to see you so sad so im leaving, it’s not that big of a tragedy Like when you always cry when you leave the sea Oh the memory it’s kills me, it kills me And I’ve always looked at you like you’ve always looked at the sky It kills me how you know how to write And express feelings that never came out of my mind Coffee will do you just fine, lift up your mood like mine To which I’ve responded, fascinating how you got deep and still shallow inside.
“ I am fading just like your colors do” That’s what I wrote in the middle of it, in the deepest whole depression can dig How could such bright colors represent such pitch black mood Thought coloring will help, but coloring won’t do Now looking at it, why do i still love the color blue after you?
Isn’t the voices in your head loud enough! why do they have to raise their voices for you to hear them? Isn’t air such a heavy thing to carry? Try walking around with unspoken words The weight of them can’t be held, Only you think you can handle Till you fall and shatter now, look around you they think you can handle, You’re just not worth the gamble In their careless state of mind, in their darkness, You are a hypocrite for pretending to be strong In their defense you didn’t tell In your defense words didn’t make sense.
We really use them these days When it’s time to turn off our blinding light They fall into pieces So yes, we fall back into the realization that we aren’t more than just depressed people trying to fake happiness until death.
I go wild; I could never see you cry while I do it every night I can’t say; every time I open up it bleeds, every time I open up it won’t stop Drowning in the missouri of my fantasies, Cover me just cover me.
Your words are broken Your voice is shaking You don’t have to tell them The tears when they were written The battles that you won and with every time you hope there’s a better one A one where you actually won Defeated without no scars I don’t wanna win if I won like that The consequences, I see the sky not blue but black I’ll take breaking bones and bullet holes People that you love always leave you alone and that hurts more Falling down to a bed full of poetry I’d rather die alone than live with my enemies So you can leave me alone; I have my goodbye poetry So the battles that you won have nothing to do with your victory Fighting them was the real remedy You are the masterpiece, if the world was ever a gallery.