I tried to grab the rose I wanted it’s beauty I wanted it’s petals I wanted it’s symbolism I realised that my flaws drew a schism I waited for the perfect moment to pick I came back to get it I saw it’s stem so slick I reached for the rose when I thought I was ready to I reached for the rose when I thought it was the best time I reached for the rose when I thought that it wouldn’t stab me It has spines like a rose I feel my blood flowing through my wounds I feel my love flowing through my wounds I feel my love flowing through my wounds
This is a time When a man Needs to eat a full chicken And flesh he can’t afford Let him go for an egg That is a full chicken From a life chicken Poor innocent man Just saved a chicken from the knife Man with his muscular knife and fork is such a BACKSTABBER FOLKS
I reached for the stars, And I think I may have reached too far. The stars, they blistered and scorched my hands, While I was just trying to understand Of why in the first place I was there; Up in space throwing a glare at the moon.
The moon who shun a godly, divine light, And at night Who was so bright, white, And elegant. Space who was dark, and as dim as my soul: The colour of ash and coal. I was just trying to obtain a ****** goal That I had.
And the moon was white, and the space was black. The stars were gold and I had my back Towards the earth. But the gold stars and the white moon were not all that When they brought down an evil wrath On me. So the sun, who I actually feared, Cradled and held me near. Rocked me from side to side and called me dear. Circled the earth and formed a year To teach me that looks can be deceiving, Misleading, And can lead to infinte internall bleeding.
I gave you your eyes, Showed you the blue in the sky, Why in the **** did I bother to try? You make her laugh when she wants to cry, You never let go when you say your goodbyes, When you ****, your body's her lullaby. And when you both wake up, it's not luck that binds you together: It's the lies that you told me And the ties here that hold me And your false promises that sting me so coldly.
Definitely a personal snippet, but if any of ya can relate then it's well worth the post.
It's gospel isn't it? Your quiet complacency Out sick in the bathroom but still you seem to laugh at me Your imperial intent and millennial mind Only seem to distance you from being anywhere close to 'fine'
You sold out your soul to a bipolar lover you Swore off your friends and told yourself you'd never need another You broke my heart there in your damp summer clothes You said it wasn't personal but i know that I know that I know that
I'm not supposed to suppose anymore That you might feel better if you just shut that door You can give him your world but you can't keep me in yours So I won't come around if you knock on my door anymore
The summer you met were the coldest months I've known Ice in your eyes winters breath filled your home The mess that we made still hangs round my head Thorny black crown of the words I never said
But now here we sit in a 4x4 bathroom stall Tell me it's fine that morning will fix it all Tears in your eyes your hands in your lap But it won't get better if you keep running back
But I'm not supposed to suppose anymore So you'll keep on going back to his door You can give him your world but you can't keep me in yours So I won't answer when you come to my door