Am I even in your heart? Because if and when my life falls apart I could mold the shambles, just for your support if it would make the world feel right, you know I aim to please until I die I've got appearances to keep up
In every disappointing distance, there's a silent cry for help am I reading what you're thinking here, did you feel how far we fell? And I know my silence stings but we need to focus on other things just hold your posture, at least til we get home. Waiting for misery to return to me and in the lengthy lore of wanting more my passion, it slowly died but there's a lazarus for the rest of us if you could just speak up, let me in
if i can't answer my sins by name i'm doomed to make the same mistakes i scare myself out of these vagabond visions wandering aimless through catacomb incisions of my styrofoam cerebral, diastole dreams, the verbal excretion of a heartless expression i hope you're holding i hope you're happy i hope you hold god hard against your heart and he treats you like a friend
here is my question to you, are my paper thin problems less meaningful to the world if they aren't poured from a bottle because we go through different struggles but you say i've never felt pain; that pride it burns like a scarlet letter just with a little more shame but if you train your breath to inherit my name not every exhale would sting the same because i know you're so tired of feeling so f****** alone and when you wake up i'll never shy away again and we could cherish the ignorance if you're willing to forget
In every disappointing distance, there's a silent cry for help am I reading what you're thinking here, did you feel how far we fell? And I know my silence stings but we need to focus on other things just hold your posture, at least til we get home. Waiting for misery to return to me and in the lengthy lore of wanting more my passion, it slowly died but there's a lazarus for the rest of us if you could just speak up, let me in
if i can't answer my sins by name i'm doomed to make the same mistakes i scare myself out of these vagabond visions wandering aimless through catacomb incisions of my styrofoam cerebral, diastole dreams, the verbal excretion of a heartless expression i hope you're holding i hope you're happy i hope you hold god hard against your heart and he treats you like a friend
here is my question to you, are my paper thin problems less meaningful to the world if they aren't poured from a bottle because we go through different struggles but you say i've never felt pain; that pride it burns like a scarlet letter just with a little more shame but if you train your breath to inherit my name not every exhale would sting the same because i know you're so tired of feeling so f****** alone and when you wake up i'll never shy away again and we could cherish the ignorance if you're willing to forget