I can't help but fear that I am just another pawn in your game of life. |
And so I drift away into a swirl of dreams and memories, knowing that your presence is so close. |
Your flaws make you perfect. |
You have never known anger until it is a coiled, white-hot fire in your stomach. Your words rise like bile in your throat, and choke the air from your lungs. |
Watch the sun burn up the night, |
The words that slip from your tongue, |
Another day passes away, and night is born once more. |
A thousand words repress the might, |
Tonight will be the night, |
My world is shifting. |