I speak inside my brain and then my heart replies. I've lived my life as the rain falling down from the vacant skies. I told you that I loved you and truer words were never spoken, but how much can one person do, when paradise is broken?
I turn my back on memories but they still slap me in the face, the emotions get the best of me when I'm standing in the wrong place. I told you that I'd keep you dry even though I myself was soakin' but how hard can one person try when paradise is broken?
The pastel colours were fake, except the black and white, I shaded it all for the sake it was not pleasing to my sight. In every single dream I drown, I always give up on that fight, until I'm buried in the ground I'll dream that struggle every night.
Heaven is over occupied they stopped letting just any folk in, and purgatory is mystified 'cause paradise is broken.
I long for the free birds with their hazardous flapping wing and the way they spin their words into gentle songs we sing. I told you I was missing my mind I just could never rope it in, how much can one person find when paradise is broken.
The pastel colours were fake, except for the black and white, I needed the blue for a lake, and the red for the ****** fight. In every dream I'm alone, I try to change that with all my might, you spoke aloud in a wrong tone but atleast the words were right.
Heaven is over occupied I wish I never had woken, and Hell is now justified cause paradise is broken.
You own; each beat from my chest, both lungs and every breath, what I have and all the rest, my life until my death.