The time of night, mid It was dark She was drunk The ***** was cheap She'd fallen into a nightmare Of her own dreams And she was in way too deep Death was at her doorstep And the promises she made She could no longer keep She weeped into the bottle Then drank some more Time was of the essence Yet, the past came back to haunt her Just like before Too much to handle For their sake She handles it everyday "Resilience" they say But she's a fake Weak and ashamed How did she get this way? Those ghosts of memories that never faded away On that night She lost complete control And the roses Were dead and rotting Just like her *soul
she is so lonely sitting over there in the corner by herself her so called friends are more worried about themselves than about their friend who’s hurting herself and hiding from them she’s dropping hints but no one picks up they simply don’t care she’s been hurting for so long that she’s numb inside she doesn’t feel pain anymore she’s used to it and used to being ignored and left out the only time that she feels anything is when her eyes lets out floods of tears
my music isn't loud enough to drown out her voice and my fingernails are too dull to scratch her touch out of my skin and my lungs are on fire without her icy personality to cool me down
They say the eyes are the window to the soul, I say looking through can make you lose control. Climb through to depths you can't imagine and you'll discover the sunshine within, and a love so **genuine.
Like a fire truck Something large enough to put out the fires we create Glasses Shaping things up and making them look better Let me be an iceberg Built from breaking down and re freezing
There are other things I would like to be as well Like a father A husband Or a man I want to fill in the occupations my father never grew up to be