You bear a mask of pain,
placed by a smiling face,

have given your arm to he
who proposed no harm,

and signed your back
with the name of that being,

who,

now seeing through your new
eyes,

finally realize,
bears that dagger not for protection,
but for *******
of your soul,

perpetration of it's defenestration,
you are nothing but his,
but is, but its,
but id,
a bottle of wildfire without it's cap,
that he puts his lips to and slams back,

There is no saving, there is no turning back,
you are his signature,
you are his cat.

Forgiving yourself,
sometimes is letting go,

Letting go,
sometimes means not caring anymore,

Not caring anymore,
sometimes feels like pain,

Sometimes pain,
is pain,

Sometimes pain,
is being sorry,

Sometimes pain.
is having no more,

and sometimes,

missing,
can lead you to the floor,
can lead you to a door,
can make you skip the number four,
have you eat food you abhor,

Sometimes,
it's all just saying,
there's no time for sometime,

but really

someone in the song,
is from some time you adore
.

I'm not a fan of the sun anymore,
you start to learn new ways,
to deepen the underscore,
and the tone goes away,
every time you score,

it doesn't seem so bad anymore,
lying on the floor,
or staying in some sunny field,
where sunlight is all you feel,
and wanting to leave,
but staying in the field,

I can't see so bad anymore,
even the darkness seems to soar,
now, I'm finally knocking on that scary door,
with a little window,
with nothing to see,

The phone doesn't ring anymore,
it's lying on the floor,
in a field,
boiling from sunlight,
through a window,
where darkness is sunlight,
where I soar, trapped in the starlight.

Fell apart,
I'm the start,
call me stark,
in the dark,
but don't stop kissing,

it's my heart,
and my mouth,
and my eyes,
and yours too,
they are, and we,

build a fort,
draw a stick
that is short,
make it past,
what couldn't last,

but then you pressed abort.

There's a light I cannot see, outside,
hanging above the building I call home,
Where I am disposed, deposed of dream,

I am sullen, and consider not eating,
I don't think I am here, when you are not,
I feel I am there, eternally trapped,

It's like my thoughts want me to stop breathing,
because they're so heavy,
and I wonder,
if my heart,
stopped beating,

and you called and called and called,
and wondered and sought,
and fought the feeling,
that I left,
not bleeding,
but in a car with no heart,
but the one in your chest beating,

Hope that I'm in the place of our meeting,
that he's there too, and comes first when you call,
that there's a beautiful field and whatever you are dreaming,
I hope, and maybe you do too.

What to say in darkness,
hearing her spilling,
revering a thing she fears she is stealing,
can't believe in herself,
can't be too revealing,
seeking hurt as a replacement for dealing,
anything but the monotony
of the knife,
commonplace disasters not worth telling,
Outside in the sun selling,
the tolls of the soul,
to minutes that bleed into hours
licking the envelope shut has become sour,
and the light,
is reminiscent of a damning scent,
of pain, that sang, now eternally convalescent,
Rested among the years,
immaterial as the fears,
knocking at my doorstep, ripping the floorboards that make my bed,

Ask me the color of my thoughts, I'll say red,
find me there beside the seamstress,
watching her spin her dread,
gazing as she weaves herself dead,
preaching to  the fire in my head,
apologies being on what this beast is fed,

The soul could not be,
if it's entirely bled,
the soul cannot be if it is entirely bled,
wise words of the fallen,
are not here,
but with the fallen,
and so this song is only dread.

How to tell you,
this isn't the place for him anymore,
I love em too,

But I have to go cold, for you
to be free and
I don't want him to see it,

Strum your fingers on the way up,
you can accomplish great things,
and he's always right there if you need him,

pictures have us crying,
to let go of the last,
and I do, and keep him safe for you,

For you, are the whole thing,
For what a single tear to keep,
let it be joy and seep in all you two do,

Just don't forget, I know he's not strong enough for that
yet,
but who knows what you'll make em,
this is just where things begin!

Strum it up,
and up,
and all the way to the end.