Twisted and Torn...
The sugar stain on my shirt is slipping away
And I need something stronger to keep my hands awake.
It's hard to change shapes...
When no one believes a God Damn word you say
And you're left feeling two half empties with your poison running dry.
The ice melts too quick...
For you to think about the things you said.
Right before you started breathing,
Right before you started breathing.
Your eyes fill up red...
From all the smoke that drifts from cigarettes,
and you refuse to blink your eyes so you don't miss a thing.
Your stuck and you cant escape,
You've tried so hard, you just can't believe.
Clinch your fists to hide the sting.
This is how life's supposed to be.
You didn't mean to cry...
The love of a new born baby would've ruined your life
And the photographs of times that passed would've reminded you of that one time when
You used to be free...
Now it's harder to pre-pay for things
That take more from you than they should,
They take more from you then they should.
The passive intent...
of a proper paragraph is filling your mind with regret,
And you don't care one bit.
Let yourself go...
There are things that you don't need to know,
Even martyrs don't pressure themselves like this.
(Not like this.)
Clinch your fists to hide the sting.
This is how life's supposed to be.
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