It seems like all my memories are shut behind your door


And              
all            
that        
remain
come
from
hospital
walls.

I don't know how long we'll last.
We won't die young but we'll live fast
So lets forget our past
And do what we want 'cause what we do will surpass

If I wrote something new
Is it really new?
The words
The phrases
Have been used before
To add my own meaning
Or change the perspective
But those words are the same
As what they were before

Trapped but I can escape
Loud noise in my ears but it all could end







But if it did I would have to go through it again

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is as cliché
As it's possible too.

Wherever you were
Born and bred
Your clichéness will be
Ripped to shreds

Long story short
It's been said before
It's not a *one in a million chance
That when it rains, it pours

Or practice makes perfect
It's said all the time
I'm sick and tired of these clichés
They're really difficult to rhyme

Only time will tell
So be careful of what you're reading
'Cause everything happens for a reason
And looks can be deceiving

So if I think outside the box
And all dreams can come true
Then the use of a cliché
Would be enough to **** you

But if you're lucky enough
To have *played your cards right
This could be the first day
Of the rest of your life

Morning comes and turn to night.


I
Haven't
Seen
You
Since
The
Fight.

I'm waiting for you to come once more

To come
And knock
At the door.


I'm waiting for morning to turn to night

Without
                                                      A
                                             Knock
     At
                                          The
                Door
                                                 Or
    You
                                In
        Sight.