read si' oui bien sûr
let it bleed,la mi amore...
I try to speak but words won't come
my thoughts are jumbled...
Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained...
We shapeshift
like ephemeral metal...
Some days,
One word...
we ate our guilt together
under the quiet luminosity...
I'm stuck in my head and cant leave.
But nobody understands what I mean...
Washed with fear and pain,
Stained crimson red...
So ready, the aches are real,
It's desperation I feel...
She fakes her smile for those she loves
And quietly counts the minutes go by...
The ceiling mocks me in the darkness,
Its fan slowly turning and pushing my thoughts...
Inside I’m just bare boards
Music without chords...