Running out of words.
Writers' block. Running out of reasons.
These tired eyes seek a place to rest
From the downfalls they've witnessed.
I've cursed the skies, I've cursed the sun,
for it's been burning me alive.
I fought sorrow with these beaten fists.
I've come to learn time won't heal a thing.
These tired eyes seek a place to rest
From the downfalls they've witnessed.
I've cursed the skies, I've cursed the sun,
for it's been burning me alive.
Let the skies open up so the rain can remind me of who I am.
Let the sound of the earth drain the outside world and give shelter to my mind.
Writers' block. Running out of reasons.
These tired eyes seek a place to rest
From the downfalls they've witnessed.
I've cursed the skies, I've cursed the sun,
for it's been burning me alive.
I fought sorrow with these beaten fists.
I've come to learn time won't heal a thing.
These tired eyes seek a place to rest
From the downfalls they've witnessed.
I've cursed the skies, I've cursed the sun,
for it's been burning me alive.
Let the skies open up so the rain can remind me of who I am.
Let the sound of the earth drain the outside world and give shelter to my mind.