I'm dying to die to lie beside you
Others choose fate, let spirits guide you
I have no one left to confide to
I just want to hide inside you

Running water and pepper spray
Sweet chaos, fake anarchy-Swept away
Sunflowers that played on my judgement, may
Have soaked up the waters from far away days.

I'm dying to know what really made you
The petrusions inside me you managed to fill through
The pills we could have taken, the images that held true
I just wanted you to come to

You are the only
 who could make trackmarks
   Look Dainty
     On frail arms
       Over Homemade tattoos

Insanity

You are the only
 who i could look to
   Regardless of what you do
     On frail arms
       Over Homemade Tattoos.

I'm dying to know why i don't hate you
How I've become you after everything true
Emerged in murky waters your downward spiral led you to
I've moved on,I've pushed through.

But Sunflowers
 Still call to me
  From swaying shower curtains
   And stars
    Forged in my fingerprints
     On misted glass

I miss you

And you
 Still call to me
  Breathing life into stale air
   Life into the stars
    I still forge in my fingerprints
     On misted glass

I'm dying to know why life
Is the only point death proves.
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The title, beit however broad it may be, is accredditted to a nameless girl, who wrote a poem about killing herself on her back lawn and how after she recovered from her brush with death, finally realized what it was like to live."Dying to Live" was her title (i found the poem on bolt.com a long while ago)This my homage to her and a girl named Patrice Zepadka(RIP).

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