Despising my heart,
Stabbing my dreams,
Loving your part,
Tearing the seams.
But who am I to say,
What love songs are on,
They all drip with bitter malice,
Lyrics making a discord anent song.
So I fly through the changing night,
Constantly escaping from the light,
Trying my hardest to let it all go,
With these cruelly depressing prose.
And in my subconscious,
I dream of better things,
Dreams of hope,
But they’ll only stay dreams,
Because the world is too brutal,
To allow it to be less spiteful,
But with no point to live,
And no point to die,
i don't see why,
i even bother to try. |
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