She took a saw to my heart and quite rightfully so. I stitched it up though.
Now I sit in the dark and I know I must go. Please say it ain’t so
Everything in my life dies,
I think I ought to cry. I can’t though
Feelings are all dry, on my back staring up. Should probably get up but, no
Earth vomits the sun, a new day of disappointment.
That’s my life though
I’ll wait for the night again, when she kisses my dreams. Does she even know?
Used to taste her tears, flavored with regret. I spit it out though.
Couldn’t compete with her joy, I target to destroy. Destroyed my own
That psychopath I was, sleeps in a bed of normality. Don’t wake him though
Watch what you wish for, I’ll be back like a storm. The monster you know