Want to write a song about âmyâ life,
Meaning all lost, I circle life,
Sitting in my brain watching "me" live,
Everyone ignores the back-seating.
Heavy breathing as my lungs are tight,
Suffocating weed and choked out mind,
Counting every drop, my tears run dry,
Why do I even keep chugging?
"Love" and all the hate will wash away,
Never indicates the be-ginning,
Tell me how to feel again I say,
Smile to each face so perfectly.
Choking on the words I want to say,
Choking on the words I want to say,
All along the road it's all cracking,
All that I'm trying to just- tell you.
Rewriting all the dreams that never came to be.
You would say that to me too."
My heart hurts, my heart hurts,
Scarred deeper than oceans,
Hurting, the pain, inside, my mem-ories,
Hurting, the pain, outside, it pours, the rain,
Hurting, the pain, the flame, the games,
What'd you say? What'd you say?
Fading away, my way, to say, okay,
Fading away, my head, fighting, my brain,
Every place that you find my name,
It could light the way to show you my own memories.
Almost every promise I had made,
Doesn't want to stick inside my brain,
Always hated that be-ing my case,
Barely even making it past a day,
"Love" and all the hate will wash away,
Never indicates the be-ginning,
Tell me how to feel again I say,
Smile to each face so perfectly,
A happy song beat calms and inspires me still,
My heart wants to give up hope...
All my dreams, every dream,
All is out of reach still,
Flying away, decays, no way, to see,
Further, it goes, my hope, along, the way,
Crying, trying, to stay okay,
Feeling this pain, in my veins,
That rage, still caged, no place, to say, away
Spilling, each way, to you, to me, you see?
Hating, the pain, I cage, each day.
Itâs all just the same, right?
Seems my dreams, were not dreams,
But were nightmares lurking,
Crying again, pretend, my friend, no kin,
Hurting again, alone, no pets, forget,
It's me, my own, my end, don't then,
Trained in my pain, grows with age,
Not in better days still,
Bitter, the cold, the hold, what's told, no hope,
Better, grow old, this song, the turn, or time,
Louder, the wise, the cries, the lies,
And every place, that I speak of pain, all gets ignored a-long with other's just like me.