I haven't been at this dark of a place in years....
As if all my fears coexist into one big giant fist
It's as if all the nightmares I had when I was younger
combined into a flying feature film staring that guy who dies every **** time
I'm that guy if you were wondering
It's over, I've rejoiced with those hollow words too many to count
It's never over
The war has just begun
It's a struggle to look upward when my shoes seem so appealing
But it's the act of wanting you back
that keeps me in a never ending spasm of heart attacks one after another
I know they say god doesn't make junk
But it seriously seems like he half assed most of my personality
Not because I'm not kind or caring
Actually quiet the opposite
I stick around when ever sticks and stones seem like home compared to finding home in you
I stick around when broken bones don't even begin to reach the discomfort of your glare
I'm ripped into 7 different pieces
I want to live pure and for god but the other three fifths of me wishes for you to just let it be
Let love grow
Maybe
If a flower can't stand up to a summer breeze than the petals will probably fall off
Because flowers need water
You're parched but swimming in a freshwater spring
Like the act of killing my self esteem and dignity in one fowl swing wasn't enough for you
You're gonna point for all to see and shout "HE DID THIS TO ME!!"
But what puzzles me is you're pointing at the sky
So when you die and ask him why
Don't be surprised if he tells you the story of the man on the roof of the flood
So with that I bid you farewell, and good luck.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
I haven't been at this dark of a place in years....
As if all my fears coexist into one big giant fist
It's as if all the nightmares I had when I was younger
combined into a flying feature film staring that guy who dies every **** time
I'm that guy if you were wondering
It's over, I've rejoiced with those hollow words too many to count
It's never over
The war has just begun
It's a struggle to look upward when my shoes seem so appealing
But it's the act of wanting you back
that keeps me in a never ending spasm of heart attacks one after another
I know they say god doesn't make junk
But it seriously seems like he half assed most of my personality
Not because I'm not kind or caring
Actually quiet the opposite
I stick around when ever sticks and stones seem like home compared to finding home in you
I stick around when broken bones don't even begin to reach the discomfort of your glare
I'm ripped into 7 different pieces
I want to live pure and for god but the other three fifths of me wishes for you to just let it be
Let love grow
Maybe
If a flower can't stand up to a summer breeze than the petals will probably fall off
Because flowers need water
You're parched but swimming in a freshwater spring
Like the act of killing my self esteem and dignity in one fowl swing wasn't enough for you
You're gonna point for all to see and shout "HE DID THIS TO ME!!"
But what puzzles me is you're pointing at the sky
So when you die and ask him why
Don't be surprised if he tells you the story of the man on the roof of the flood
So with that I bid you farewell, and good luck.
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