You’ve got nothing to say
Is this what it’s come to?
Sit in silence staring into the darkness
Ask yourself how this happened, who made it this way?
Pillows as wet as the ocean sail my head into endless thoughts
Battling onward before my ship sinks, I won’t let this happen
Bail me out, bail me out
The end is near, sails ahead.
Let the wind direct me to a new path
Direct me to the better
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 6:13 PM UTC
You’ve got nothing to say
Is this what it’s come to?
Sit in silence staring into the darkness
Ask yourself how this happened, who made it this way?
Pillows as wet as the ocean sail my head into endless thoughts
Battling onward before my ship sinks, I won’t let this happen
Bail me out, bail me out
The end is near, sails ahead.
Let the wind direct me to a new path
Direct me to the better
