Let me tell you of a story where
I saw two angels without names,
they were lovers who both took part
in bringing the other shame.
Don't use my alias name,
his sounds better than mine,
better yet put his full length name,
add all the love inside, for this you
don't have to lie, the rest you told me
isn't forgotten, but in you its gone, in
my head its always feeling like its
spoken for the very first time.
Part of my life, the failure that I feel
is just that, but its not made with hands,
disappointment is the same perfect angel
that wouldn't let me hold her hand in mine,
except we could share tears, I never go to
wipe them away, pull her hair back and tell
her everything is going to be okay.
I can't blame all the lies, hopefully the
worst were spared, after all of them they
are all I can remember, leaving them soaked,
you have no idea of my pain, more or less
I've heard more life stories, what I need is someone
who will leave me a little authority, I'll give the rest
back I promise, I just want to give you my cold
hearted story.
Its the most convenient time, when everything is
pushed out of my reach, the perfect things
bring the greatest despair, why is all of this
happening now, why on this Earth is nothing
flashing, giving me signals to let me know of better
things coming, I'm blinking too soon, what's in my
head that's beautiful is leaving me quickly, listen
at the very moment I speak and maybe you
understand me.
Knowing the pain that can be brought on both
sides, what I've given out has been doubled back
and drilled into me, to past loves forgive me, and
what is possible to be suffered I regret the words
used to be a farewell, to leave and have a little of
youths time added to me, you can do the same,
doesn't it sting in the eyes.
