Monday, Oct. 20, 2003
the boy who blocked his own shot
if it makes you less sad
i'll die by your hand
i hope you find our what you want
i already know what i am
and if it makes you less sad
we'll start talking again
and you can tell me how vile i already know that i am
i'll grow old and start acting my age
i'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate
a crown of gold and a heart thats harder than stone
and it hurts a whole lot
but its missing when its gone
call me a safe bet but im betting im not
im glad that you can forgive
im only hoping as time goes by that you can forget
if it makes you less sad
i'll move out of the state
you can keep yourself
i'll keep out of your way
and if it makes you less sad
i'll take all your pictures down
every picture you paint i will paint myself out
its cold as a tomb and its dark in your room
when i sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds
so call it quits
or get a grip
you say you wanted a solution
but you just wanted to be missed
call me a safe bet but im betting im not
im glad that you can forgive
im only hoping as time goes that you can forgive
you are calm and reposed
it lets your beauty unfold
pale white like the skin streched over your bones
spring keeps you ever close
you are secondhand smoke
you are so fragile and thin
standing trial for your sins
hold onto yourself the best you can
you are the smell before rain
you are the blood in my veins
*brand new
thissidedown at 10:13 pm