The purpose of life I can't say i'm sure. Most days i'm too tired too tired to sleep if you know what i mean and the ocean keeps calling the ocean of sweet demise my knockout is certain but only in time so hard to keep going each day but i do so that one day i'll make it okay for you
O sleep wrap me in the comfort of your covers envelop my sadness with your warmth O sleep bring me with you into deep dreams run with my imagination and keep me clean O sleep be my keeper of peace never fail me, hide me at the least from what ails me O sleep
can i be punished for this life you gave it to me unkind savior i punish myself for what i have strife with a knife unkind savior you punish me for what i've done you take it from me unkind savior
tearing up what's left inside left to cower and to hide i'm left with what is mine a torn heart and ****** wounds all from you my friend but i hope i'll see you again
i'm in love with your words maybe its the way in which you write them or how you share them or when they fade how they are stuck in my mind or how i wish they were mine