The rain falls on this city just like it has so many times before
And while damned souls fill crowded rooms i search for something worth fighting for
i whisper to myself quietly in the darkness "she was never worth this, nothing will ever be worth these fucking nights"
and i cant help but think that maybe this time im fucking right
that maybe im forcing myself to feel this way
because im so afraid of not being afraid
but night falls on this city and the beggers are begging not to be saved
and any hope that the hopeless had seemed to slowly fad
with the sinking of the sun into the ocean
and even though i have no reason left to fight
i will keep fighting away those sleepless nights
to hear a story told by a girl with the bluest eyes
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
You have, You have,
the darkest eyes i have ever seen.
Judging me, Judging me.
Your words, Your words,
They have been laying heavy on my heart since the day you left.
The lights went out in the city tonight,
While i was searching for pictures of you and me.
But there are none.
Those nights don't exist for us.
I think its time that we talked about this world
and how somethings they just don't work,
Like honesty, like honesty.
Love, Love never made sense to me and life was never as confusing as it was last year.
I just never had the heart to tell my friends that im fucking dead and that i can't bring myself to, Make pointless conversations anymore.
If i love anything its the quiet that this noise brings.
(I still miss the) Friends.
That were never friends to me at all.
The only things that mattered to them were agendas of their own.
The life i used to lead is now a broken thing that is adding fire to my grief.
I can't feel anything.
Anything but grief
and i've been running on empty these past 10 weeks
and yes it matters that she lives that life, she lives the life of a whore.
While a town of sheep dressed as wolves sit at her door.
You deserve each other.
There will be no rest for the wicked.