silverspun

You're talking to me About your problems I'm not in the mood to pity you, You say that's not what you Want from me. I'm finding it hard to believe, Because you're drowning In your own self hatred, On a barren wasteland Of your own emotions, Beckoning me in for tea. I'd be there to help you, If you wanted to get out. I'll be wherever you are, If it makes you feel better. You're not willing to carry on, Invited others who you knew Would tear down your sanctuary. While you smiled, You believed in them, Let them destroy you inside out. Now that there gone, What are you to do? You can wallow all you like, But that won't he

you say your listening, to the words i say. damm you to hell! cause you don't care im just a bill to you and still i stay im such a fool when it comes to family. so hard to respect when it's demanded and still i expect what should be expected. what you've heard has never been said make your own conclusions take and event and throw it in my face. anger is then, my only feeling screaming out, in fustration still can't help but start crying bite back my retaliation i know you like toying with my emotions and still im such a fool, such a fool for family.

take a step out of the food change step back in and dance the tango runaway before reaction strikes take a shortcut to the wrong path make a bee-line to diaster dig at x marks your spot no burried treasure or mummified hand no secret purpose you like living to the end afinity and one your stuck with a new contraption smile at the window watch the cows eat grass wish to make a reservation state your name, be polite and bow throw some fancy words from your mouth camp out in front of the t.v worlds are a changing drowning in technology iv line of electricity serves as your only life force change of a century death from ev

light plays on your face so much beauty so much grace i stare in wonder.