You said you hate my suffering
And you understood
And you'd take care of me
These words are not mine
I do not write
What is worthwhile
I just can't hear
Anything but pain
Any longer
You all speak some other language
Or maybe I'm just regressing
And soon I will be unborn
Soon I will return
To the grave that once was
Will always call
To return to me
The oblivion of home
And avoid the disintegration of dreams
And I will see
What is clear
To the world surrounding me
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 4:09 AM UTC
You said you hate my suffering
And you understood
And you'd take care of me
These words are not mine
I do not write
What is worthwhile
I just can't hear
Anything but pain
Any longer
You all speak some other language
Or maybe I'm just regressing
And soon I will be unborn
Soon I will return
To the grave that once was
Will always call
To return to me
The oblivion of home
And avoid the disintegration of dreams
And I will see
What is clear
To the world surrounding me
First stanza credited to Bright Eyes
