I lay here looking at the ceiling, with these dead-end feelings, and what now?
Hands full of thoughts of you, but not exactly good thoughts, and I can't run.
Throw 'em around and scatter them, hide 'em and play treasure hunt, not too fun.
It's easy to win this game, they'll just keep coming back again, so what's the point?
My heart's broken, it stopped working, and won't you fix it?
Dead end feelings, and a broken ceiling, let's play treasure hunt and find my heart.
I shift around, looking for non-existing comfort, what to do?
Lay in bed and I feel sick, I'm dead, nope, just halfway there.
And my sickness is no sickness, doc said it's love.
And what's love you ask? Nothing but cancer of the heart, babe!
They say cancer has no cure, but I found one.
Love my sickness, so let's cure it with death!
And I spin and spin, and die a little every time
As these daydreams become nightmares,
And my hopes are murdered, this time faster,
Aim and shoot, use your fanciest bullet,
Just as long as this night ends, never come back to it again,
And we'll bury memories in my makeshift graveyard,
And never dig them up again.
I lay here looking at the ceiling, with these dead-end feelings, so what now?
I stopped caring when they stopped caring, let's just dance now.
And the band will play sorrow and anguish, my favorites!
We'll dance despair, but we'll skip a step, and I'll fall again.
My heart is shattered, and the pieces are falling, and won't you save it?
Dead end feelings, another broken ceiling, I stopped caring so lets just dance!
Run around in circles, I'm back at the beginning, damn it all.
In thoughts of you again, I'll bury them again, if that's what it takes.
There's no solution, I can't escape, you're everywhere I am.
Cure this love, cure this pain, don't just stand around and watch.
I need help, I need fixing, or perish here tonight!
There's no solution, just give up and end!
And I spin and spin, and die a little every time
As these daydreams become nightmares,
And my hopes are murdered, this time faster,
Aim and shoot, use your fanciest bullet,
Just as long as this night ends, never come back to it again,
And we'll bury memories in my makeshift graveyard,
And never dig them up again.
And I spin and spun, and died a little every time
As those daydreams became nightmares,
And my hopes were murdered, every time faster,
Load your gun, used your fanciest bullet,
And finally made the night end, never go back to it again,
And we bury memories in my makeshift graveyard,
If to never dig them up again.















Comments
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Being a teenager is tough, sometimes life isn't fair, other times it is, and even then I say f*ck that!
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Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
-Emily Dickinson
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Being a teenager is tough, sometimes life isn't fair, other times it is, and even then I say f*ck that!
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Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
-Emily Dickinson
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Being a teenager is tough, sometimes life isn't fair, other times it is, and even then I say f*ck that!
--
Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
-Emily Dickinson
god has no heart T_T....
(and i wouldnt have said it if it werent true
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Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
-Emily Dickinson
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