Sunday, May 27, 2012

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What did I do to myself? Is this really my life?
Head underwater, paddling and kicking does nothing
I kissed the good life goodbye and traded it for this
 
I'm so lonesome in spite of all that remains around
I feel like my body is buried underground
My heart just aches at the sight of what remains
How many different ways can I beg for my old life back?

Why does everyday just get harder? Who have I hurt so bad?
Full of lies, misguided, hoping and wishing for something
I kissed my mother goodbye to say hi to the devil

I'm so lonesome in spite of all that remains around
I feel like my body is buried underground
My heart just aches at the sight of what remains
How many different ways can I beg for my old life back?

Every time I wake up, open my eyes, speak a breath another piece breaks off
If I had the key to that shed...had one chance to grab that gun
One bullet to the head...peace of mind, I'm gone!!!

I'm so lonesome in spite of all that remains around
I feel like my body is buried underground
My heart just aches at the sight of what remains
How many different ways can I beg for my old life back?

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