G / Geten / Those Wooden Panels Turn My Blood Hot Just like My Anger at You
your blonde hair sliding through my fingertips it quickly falls down my lungs give out screaming at you screaming for you begging you to stay why won't you just stay? why do you go away? is this not enough for you? what can i do? i fall to the ground my lungs are empty now but my mind is full full of memories
down the drain, pools the blood red like fire red like anger warm like mud spilling out these emotions harboring for you like poison in my body
these memories i have for you real or not, they are true true to me and the sadness i feel each time i see your face and cry myself to sleep at night with fresh wounds boiling up with rage at you
crying out in the night, i feel your hand wrap around mine i feel your lips on my neck your heart beats in my hand - fast as a deer's as it runs away from the bang of a gun oh god - the gun
the room is too bright don't make me look down down, down, into the ground where your feet hang down into the ground and the blood from your head pools down, down, into the ground and i kick the knife and i cry out as those panels stand mocking me i can't escape them everywhere i go, those panels in my head a memory that i never had yet it feels so real like i was there in that room i could have saved you i could have saved you
you pull me out of the room you breathe into me you feel so alive i hate you knowing that you'll be gone when i wake up how could you leave me here to deal with this on my own? didn't you think about that at all?
down the drain, pools the blood red like fire red like anger warm like mud spilling out these emotions harboring for you like poison in my body
these memories i have for you real or not, they are true true to me and the sadness i feel each time i see your face and cry myself to sleep at night with fresh wounds boiling up with rage at you Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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