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Daniel Mashburn Sep 2014
"When we die, do we die alone?"
And the word caught in my throat when I said no
Cause I knew that I was lying just to ease the pain of passing
But she's the one who left me all alone

Yeah, she's the one who left me all alone

And she sang, "Whoa! It's time for me to go.
I've been hanging 'round too long
And you gotta let me go."

"Just let me go"

And I know she saw disappointment in my eyes,
But she closed her own and said her last goodbyes

I guess she got me all along

And I sang, "Whoa! I've got to I've been choking on these words from long ago."

Burning fire set me free.
You know I'm burning out for this.

And we both sang, "Whoa! I've got to go.
I've been waiting for too long. I let you go."

"Yeah, we waited for too long we let each other go.
Yeah, we waited for too long we let each other go."

Yeah, I waited for too long and now you're gone.
Daniel Mashburn Sep 2014
You took my compassion and warped it.
Yeah, you bent it.
Broke it out of recognition.

Left it crumbling on back seats.
Oh, in crutches.
Rotting on top of church benches.

You don't even have to know.

I told you I'd never be angry.
I'm not angry.
Just a bit infuriated.

You tell me that I never listen.
God, I listen.
You're just talking circles around me.

You never say you're sorry.
Sorry I'm not sorry.
You never had to say "I told you so"

You don't even have to know.
No, you don't know.
You don't have to, I told you so.

You don't know.
Daniel Mashburn Sep 2014
Baby, you're a lightweight.
It won't take much before you're gone.
Say good bye to heart break because right now, nothing could go wrong.
And when you wake up, you'll wish you'd stayed home last night. So when your mom comes home, you don't have to lie.

I saw a dead stare in your eyes. Shot in hand and a beer can littered life now.
A dull laugh etched upon your face. Seems you've left without a single trace now.

You thought you had it figured out.
    You had no idea what we're about.
Can you even recall what I'm saying?

Baby, you're a lightweight.
It won't take much before you're gone.
Say good bye to heart break because right now, nothing could go wrong.
And when you wake up, you'll wish you'd stayed home last night. So when I come by, you don't have to lie.

You spilled your guts, I couldn't care. You thought that I would always be there waiting.
It's such a shame to call you friend. I always thought that this would have a bitter end.

You were nowhere to be found
    No one picked you up when you fell down.
Can you even remember what I was saying?

Baby, you're a lightweight.
It won't take much before you're gone.
Cigarettes and ******* because right now, nothing could go wrong.
And when you wake up, you'll wish you'd stayed home last night. So when the cops come by, you don't have to lie.

Baby, you're a deadweight
And you only bring me down. Say hello to good byes cause this time we're not messing around.
And when we wake up, we'll wish you'd stayed home last night. The medics came. We're swear you almost died.

Baby, you're a lightweight.
It won't take much before you're gone.
Say good bye to heart break because right now, nothing could go wrong.
And when you wake up, you'll wish you'd stayed home last night. So won't you please come home? Please come home tonight.

Baby, you're a lightweight.
And you've been gone for far too long. And you never came home.

So I guess I'll say so long.
Daniel Mashburn Sep 2014
I've got a name, but I'm known by a number
All of my life, controlled by computers
Bottom half, but I say it's an error
We're just a number, our lives just don't matter

She has a name, but the doctor won't see her
She doesn't exist, until she shows that number
15%, but she won't accept it
The doctor gave up, just because of a number

A person just died
Their name's in the paper
Some people just died
They became just a number
Am I the only one
Who sees something wrong with the picture
I know that it's wrong
But we're all just statistics!

All of our lives, we long to be different
We never will, we're all part of statistics
Names, they mean nothing
Lives, they mean nothing
God, he means nothing when you're known by a number.
Daniel Mashburn Sep 2014
Now the world is changing
And lives, they fall apart
But we can not fix this
If we don't know where to start

We weave these words of kindness
Pretend to understand
We claim to show compassion
But lend no helping hand

I'm on my way to save the world
A world I can see, a world I can touch
I'm not dying for ideals, no
I'm dying for what I love

We walk with eyes half open
Minds closed, refuse to see
Hope is hard to come by
In a world of bitter dreams

We sit on thrones of ashes
With knives behind our backs
We offer out false friendship
It's brotherhood we lack

I'm on my way to save the world
I refuse to change my mind
This is literally from high school. I just found it again embedded in an old message online.
Daniel Mashburn Sep 2014
And I'm trying. Maybe I'm dying. I can fake a broken heart as a symptom.
And I'm hoping that you're choking on all your dreams and aspirations.

And I know you're not the one.
And you know I'm not the one.
And I know you're not the one I'm looking for.

I fell in love here. I'm getting old dear. I was talking to myself about nothing.
I am gone now. So, so long now. And you're nodding off to sleep in the morning.

I was dreaming. So please forgive me. Because I know not a single thing can ever last.

And we're crying. Maybe we're dying. And we can't care enough to even care now
Daniel Mashburn Sep 2014
I've been killing time and dreaming up nightmares and pretending that I don't care that you're gone though you meant everything.

You've been dreaming easy and killing off your fears. You're not faking a smile this time. You can shine through almost anything.

So alone since the moment you left dear. And I won't see you 'til next year. By the way I wrote a song for you.
The line is in the dirt and I think that I could cross it. Times' short, so make the most of it. Now that you're here, it's so unreal to me.

I've been counting scars like stars in the night sky. And watching life passing me by. I can't care when you're not around.

Your scars are fading out and stars shine brighter. Still you question all your self doubt. Don't you know it's not worth anything?

I close my eyes and cover my ears and start the screaming. For what it's worth all of my pleas are incoherent.
Daniel Mashburn Sep 2014
You're choking on stress and everything much less than that but you'll never listen cause you're never wrong.

We know you're not stupid but you like to pretend you are. So if you're playing dumb then we'll play along.

And when the winter comes then it gets hard to breathe. And when the spring arrives, it won't mean much to me. Cause summer's way too long. I know fall's just a waste of time. I'm starting to believe that, baby- you're a waste of mine.

We know what you're thinking- that nothing will ever happen. But we'll keep on writing and singing these songs.

We know that you're smirking in shadows of a shadow of doubt. But you keep on laughing. And we'll laugh along.
Daniel Mashburn Sep 2014
No more life.
No serenity.
No more peace of mind.

Nothing to stop this argument or put things back in line.

I've been dreaming under forgotten stars and I've heard it all before.

Only lies.
No sincerity.
And old forgotten friends.

Lifeless life I've left for dead.

All means to my end.

Burning fire set me free. I'm burning bridges once again.
Daniel Mashburn Sep 2014
Who could have known that when we saw last would be your last? Who could have known that some sunny days can't last forever now?

So tell me just what were we thinking? So indestructible as this. Without definition. Like puppets on a string held up for what?

So I sing a song of mourning. Morning comes, morning comes. And I think I still see a smile. You're never gone.

And I know that these things will never be the same. And I know that I'll never see you at the games. I'll see you at the gates.

Sing for the living; don't mourn for the dead.

We don't know where we went wrong but we keep pushing on and on and on.
This is for Peter Roberts. After all, death is a funny thing
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