The sweet sweet symphony of a life lived in constant mission of your approval oh hero of my deepest mindfulness. I long to never have been born, if you don't sow the cloth it can never be torn. But yet with you leading the way it's like a brand new feeling to be worn. Break apart all you know and form the pieces anew, to form the puzzle of humanity and give back what's due. But don't rush the work and busy your problems away. That's what tomorrows for, all the shit you didn't do today. So just stop and smell the roses, grown in the backyard of your own distain. Don't uproot what's there before the first rain. Where's my grief where's my pain? Stall the tongue and open the mind, I will explain.
I adore her and her smile that lights my every path for an endless mile. I fall helpless before her beauty and every desire her attention to me lights my very soul on fire. My rose among thorns, my candle in the darkness, where you go I go else I am left heartless. I would stand against the tide, with gravity dare to collide. Breath in the flames of molten brimstone, formed on my burning but hardened heart erupting with sorrow born in the days I was alone, and now left where no light has ever shown.
I close my eyes but I see you, I look away but I feel you, I try to run but my heart out runs my mind. So I take a run, through my thought. Reviewing everything I could ever find. But in the end to myself, only disappointment can be taught. Perhaps too many words to convey such a simple feeling but no other way do I see a chance for healing. So I say in the present: at times I regret the beginning that began this post-ending of my end. But what can I say hero? Champion of my inner thoughts. You who faces the disaster this earth has wrought. You are forever afraid...to show the people here what they've made. So I resort to a verse I do not mean, but say it to convey an exaggeration of feelings my hearts seen. Do I wish I was never born? If you never sow the cloth it can never be torn.
Now to swear off humanity I must swear off the beautiful one that holds my reality. The one who if ever rejected my love would set my heart ablaze to burn as if fueled by endless coal, and to anyone in objection: None can break my spirit.....but she commands my soul.
I adore her and her smile that lights my every path for an endless mile. I fall helpless before her beauty and every desire her attention to me lights my very soul on fire. My rose among thorns, my candle in the darkness, where you go I go else I am left heartless. I would stand against the tide, with gravity dare to collide. Breath in the flames of molten brimstone, formed on my burning but hardened heart erupting with sorrow born in the days I was alone, and now left where no light has ever shown.
I close my eyes but I see you, I look away but I feel you, I try to run but my heart out runs my mind. So I take a run, through my thought. Reviewing everything I could ever find. But in the end to myself, only disappointment can be taught. Perhaps too many words to convey such a simple feeling but no other way do I see a chance for healing. So I say in the present: at times I regret the beginning that began this post-ending of my end. But what can I say hero? Champion of my inner thoughts. You who faces the disaster this earth has wrought. You are forever afraid...to show the people here what they've made. So I resort to a verse I do not mean, but say it to convey an exaggeration of feelings my hearts seen. Do I wish I was never born? If you never sow the cloth it can never be torn.
Now to swear off humanity I must swear off the beautiful one that holds my reality. The one who if ever rejected my love would set my heart ablaze to burn as if fueled by endless coal, and to anyone in objection: None can break my spirit.....but she commands my soul.