I wish to wipe my hands clean of what I knew I've learnt what capabilities I have, and I've been traumatized I don't care if the cycle is starting to repeat once more I want to do things differently and finally save my own soul Because the biggest capability I've found within myself Is the power to wash away what I once known
She's a little tired, a little cold She feels a little empty in her soul The room spins in his roundabout ways He keeps her on edge most of the day She's a little tired, a little sick of the ride He thinks it's due to him not being able to hide But that's not the case, let her make herself clear She didn't want you there, she wanted you here
Her lips felt heavy with words unsaid She felt like crying as she left him on read It's when he is happy that she feels sad And that in itself was what made her feel bad It wasn't not being told or not being in the band It was simply her desire to hold his hand
i was asked a question one night: "who would you choose? the one you want, or the one knocking at your door?" i stick to my middle ground of is the one i want even knocking at my door? i could hear nothing but the drum of a beat that my own heart has fallen into step to it was so loud that it drove my neighbors away and then a phone call from the contact named "i yearn for you" the music stops, the beat stops, the world stops "i'm here at your door"
i told him that i needed him to wait for me to open up my door and he said that's fine, because there's nowhere else i'd rather be your house is home to me