TEARS they role down your face
like a sweet and sour bag of EMOTIONS
the WORDS taste so bitter on the tip of your tongue waiting to come out
but never do
EMOTIONS roll on and off through your body
as a old machine trying to work
it's engine
Your HEAD spinning round and round like the earth
rotating around the sun
It's BANGING, THUMPING, STOMPING
on your skull
HANDS they shake they catch the tears that fall
they wipe them away
they hold you until
It's Over
but the FEELINGS still stay
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
TEARS they role down your face
like a sweet and sour bag of EMOTIONS
the WORDS taste so bitter on the tip of your tongue waiting to come out
but never do
EMOTIONS roll on and off through your body
as a old machine trying to work
it's engine
Your HEAD spinning round and round like the earth
rotating around the sun
It's BANGING, THUMPING, STOMPING
on your skull
HANDS they shake they catch the tears that fall
they wipe them away
they hold you until
It's Over
but the FEELINGS still stay