No song because These are the kind of words That no one sings. This is a theme we shouldn't repeat. What we have is Just a passing moment Only a short poem I hope you never see.
No. There's nothing beautiful about this Nothing beautiful about sin.. But you make it look so heavenly. Tainted so my broken heart bleeds Symphonies in every beat.
My Every word's a sword. Is it suicide then When I tattoo myself with my pen; Write my pain into permanence. My late nights spent stuck in bed; Yearning for a warmth that you never send. I watch the coming dawn from the safety Of my covers I-I-I'm tired from a sleepless night. Happy that None can see me cry when the sunrise greets the new days sky And I'm not feeling right Cause I been left alone To face a world unknown
But If I called you'd answer right? If I text you when the moon's high, And the darkness has settled, And my mind meddles With the idea of you, You'd reply right?
If I told you I need you… Is that too desperate? Rhetorical question But I understand your objections Of who I am. For I now know Know why the caged bird sang... And why he fell silent.