If i gave you pretty enough words,
could you paint a picture of us that works?
an emphasis on function,
rather than design,
aren't you tired?
cause i will carry you
on a broken back and blown out knees
i have been where you are,
for a while
>Aren't you tired of being weak,
such rage that you could scream,
all the stars right out of the sky,
and destroy the prettiest starry night
every evening that i die.......<
x4>Iam exhumed,
just a little less human
and alot more bitter and cold
after all these images of pain
I've come back to you
i will kiss every scar
and weep you are not all alone
then i'll show you that place
in my chest where my heart
still tries to beat
it all comes to pain
><
live love burn die
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