Cracking open my eyes with daybreak warnings
I only have the best of intentions in the mornings
Trying so hard to keep my calm
Why do you always start wars at dawn?
The ceiling is falling all around me
You shoot bullets with such ease
In horror I search your face
But the one I love leaves not a trace
Now I'm alone on my island of sheets
You always leave after you have me beat
And here I am left questioning
The best intentions
The best intentions
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 11:13 AM UTC
Cracking open my eyes with daybreak warnings
I only have the best of intentions in the mornings
Trying so hard to keep my calm
Why do you always start wars at dawn?
The ceiling is falling all around me
You shoot bullets with such ease
In horror I search your face
But the one I love leaves not a trace
Now I'm alone on my island of sheets
You always leave after you have me beat
And here I am left questioning
The best intentions
The best intentions
my thoughts on starting the new day afresh only to be met with grenades
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