and as i cry myself to sleep at night,
i'll keep telling myself that it's alright,
keep these memories of you and i, held tight,
even as i watched you,
murder yourself in a twisted light.
and i'll keep putting on this fight,
as if everything i knew, hadn't died,
as if, i wasn't forced to watch this sight,
reach my eyes, and keep me tied,
as i looked down at the ground and cried,
took a look at myself and realized,
no more tears, from these eyes,
i'll keep these fears, locked inside,
and one day i'll let 'em out, and let them fly,
and bring light to your suicide,
and i'll cry until the night brings daylight,
when it takes me by the hand,
and i'll know when to open my eyes,
look out the window, as i learn to fly.
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