It's always in those moments of afterglows fade it all turn's to ****
When silence is cut by razors of thought.
And what just happened finds way to guilt of another's regret.
Maybe we should find a place to go but maybe we should just take it for what it never was.
Broken dreams were built upon good intentions and I for one have to many
burnt bridges to cross this rivers distraction my dear.
I can't say I will share in nothing more than a action .
It's just not something I can do .
She listens in pain yet knows truth's seem less intrusive under passions spent.
There's no happy ending just a moments release.
I never promise what I can't even believe in myself.
I know emptiness but sometimes the drunken bliss finds me weak.
Maybe tomorrow will change a hardened heart.
Good thing I wont be here to entertain it's well intended lies.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
It's always in those moments of afterglows fade it all turn's to ****
When silence is cut by razors of thought.
And what just happened finds way to guilt of another's regret.
Maybe we should find a place to go but maybe we should just take it for what it never was.
Broken dreams were built upon good intentions and I for one have to many
burnt bridges to cross this rivers distraction my dear.
I can't say I will share in nothing more than a action .
It's just not something I can do .
She listens in pain yet knows truth's seem less intrusive under passions spent.
There's no happy ending just a moments release.
I never promise what I can't even believe in myself.
I know emptiness but sometimes the drunken bliss finds me weak.
Maybe tomorrow will change a hardened heart.
Good thing I wont be here to entertain it's well intended lies.
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