Dripping like hot molten rock
Liquid gold it just won't stop
Dropping like rose petals to the ground
The splashes of red is all around
I've seen that face
So full of sorrow and disgrace
I've seen scars like those before
The demons are poring through the door
Let them come, I don't care anymore
Living has become to much of a chore
I scream and yell, trying to get someone to care
But no one will, learned long ago life is so very far from fair
So I'll take my pills
There suppose to cure my ills
But they don't, nothing will
Living my life takes to much skill
Anguish is over running my cup
I'm so very close to giving up
So if you don't see me come tomorrow
You'll know I couldn't take the sorrow
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
Dripping like hot molten rock
Liquid gold it just won't stop
Dropping like rose petals to the ground
The splashes of red is all around
I've seen that face
So full of sorrow and disgrace
I've seen scars like those before
The demons are poring through the door
Let them come, I don't care anymore
Living has become to much of a chore
I scream and yell, trying to get someone to care
But no one will, learned long ago life is so very far from fair
So I'll take my pills
There suppose to cure my ills
But they don't, nothing will
Living my life takes to much skill
Anguish is over running my cup
I'm so very close to giving up
So if you don't see me come tomorrow
You'll know I couldn't take the sorrow
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