I can't get to sleep tonight.
This insomnia is set in tight
I'm fearing of tomorrow's sight.
You'll be there, for the first time in a while.
And we're all afraid of what we'll hear.
I haven't seen you in so long,
and only written you once.
And it makes me feel like shit.
I'll see you tomorrow,
but only for a moment, and we'll all be filled with sorrow.
Cause once the judgement's done,
I know of what will come.
I've missed you for so many years;
and I've shed far too many tears.
So I cherish all the simple days you're here.
You've been in and out since I was nine,
and I've counted down the time,
hoping that somed
Kiss fate straight on the lips
and caress its sweet finger tips
cause theres just nothing better than
the passion of an angry lover
And to be the unforgiven
to a majesty with ears that never listen
is like lying with your head in a noose
yet none have the courage to raise it.
Do you lie still and vow just to live?
Or do you struggle til theres nothing left to give?
Lay your memories to rest my dear;
lay your memories to rest.
And just hope that there was something to forgive.
It would be unjust; to be innocent and free
When condemned on the rocks, and your body thrown out to sea
never will you ad
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It's hereditary and all the signs
are left in place for you to find.
It won't go away and it won't calm down
and somehow the cure just can't be found.
And all that's left is just to breathe and
hope that one day you will see
this disease is not a curse
with your pain bleeding in every verse.
i can't remember every fucking line
and i can't write down every fucking time
the words that roll through every rhyme.
I need you to forgive me and someday to forget me,
for all of the things I have done and said,
but mainly, for the ones that lie ahead.
For I am lost in this life again,
with no real make-up to cover up this pain.
Im splitting in two, and I dont know what to do.
This decision for you; I cant make.
And Ill be honest, because bravery is not my game.
And Ill be true, because contradiction sounds the same.
Now Im struggling here, afraid to stay afloat.
Now Im a first-rate liar, and still even better;
Because Id rather be a mute than a beggar.
You place it to your skin in a desperate Last Attempt.
And you pray that you have the courage
to push down hard enough to cut away that last
shred of dignity you have left.
Then... Between the hurt and the tears,
you realize that you don't.
And that in the end....
All you really wanted to do
has been stripped from you.