Loneliness is a bitter monster
It sits on the edges of my heart
Pulling at the strings
The musical song echoes in the vacancy
My eyes belong to a lonely girl
Forlorn in her love and lost in her hopes
That maybe one day
Another heart would soothe that ache
Mourning over the sun fall
That bright, wide eye turns away too soon
And she is left empty
With the blind white eye of the dead moon
Tear stains tattoo her skin
And disapproval scars her heart
When will she be good enough
When will she be free
When will darkness stop taking over
When will the lightness win
When will heartache stop
Coming from the people I let in
When will my voice stop being crushed beneathe the sea?
When will the jokes stop pouring in and drowning me?
When will this life be over I'm tired of the fight
When will the dark surrender its sword up to the light?
Break the silence and hear this lonely voice
When did fear start taking over and become my only choice?
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
Loneliness is a bitter monster
It sits on the edges of my heart
Pulling at the strings
The musical song echoes in the vacancy
My eyes belong to a lonely girl
Forlorn in her love and lost in her hopes
That maybe one day
Another heart would soothe that ache
Mourning over the sun fall
That bright, wide eye turns away too soon
And she is left empty
With the blind white eye of the dead moon
Tear stains tattoo her skin
And disapproval scars her heart
When will she be good enough
When will she be free
When will darkness stop taking over
When will the lightness win
When will heartache stop
Coming from the people I let in
When will my voice stop being crushed beneathe the sea?
When will the jokes stop pouring in and drowning me?
When will this life be over I'm tired of the fight
When will the dark surrender its sword up to the light?
Break the silence and hear this lonely voice
When did fear start taking over and become my only choice?
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