- I fail no more
When one tries so many times
And gets shot down each and every try
Life just seems so unworthy to try
I guess I’ll just lie down and die
All the things left inside
I couldn’t ignite them if I tried
My eyes are saddened and my soul is tired
Of never getting the things I desired
So sing to me just another denial
Cause I’ll be here drowning in high style
I’ll look up strong and pretend I’m good
When I’m really bleeding under the hood
I just can’t take it any longer
My emotions seem to be no longer
I just can’t do this anymore
My eyes are tired, worn and sore
I think I may just sit and tire
I may just sit and stop all desire
I just can’t do this anymore
I’m sick, I’m tired, and I’m deathly sore
All my life is just no more
Love seems so pleasant but realistically
Love is a pheasant of which none should be
You love me and trash me and all the above
You kill me and slay me like a string tied dove
Couldn’t you tell me just plain and simple?
It’s this idea of lying, that stupid principal
I just can’t take it, I’m tired and worn
My life seems endlessly torn
No matter where I look
Down shot is all I took
The world is uneasy when it looks back to me
The world seems angry and down onto thee
I just say no more and lay in the fields
I lay there till all time yields
So as all the hearts around me begin to stop
Perhaps if my soul you never chop
I’m too battered I’m too sorry, I’m too tired and too hurried
So all that is above, I’m not even worried
I just lay here and look up to the clouds
Knowing and knowing that just somehow
One day I’ll find you amongst the loud
And you’ll see me and I’ll see you all battered and worn
And together we can see the world all torn
So lay here besides me just one more time
So long in the future you soon change your mind
You slay me and kill me with each single no
I die there and bleed as it’s no more to all that I know
So sit here besides me as I dream of a time
That you would once love me and sing and chime
But with this I’ve pondered of all my ignorance
I should discard you and go to another instance
Try my bleeding hands at another desire
For you once were my desire, but you are a funeral pyre
So all the world is just down atop me
But I have the sky and all that I can be
So with all the single shots that you took
I’ll close you between the pages of a single notebook
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