Tuesday, March 30, 2010


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