From a past i flee,
so as never to see
a broken love upon a shore line.
A crystal pearl,
which shone so pure,
lay broken upon the shore line.
A mind insane,
a bastard name,
my heart upon the shore line.
Ill leave this town!
For to pain im bound!
Never to love, her shoreline.
If you’d seen my tears,
maybe then you’d know,
im broken now in full and all,
and hear no lovers call.
I know i wrought his heart ache,
the creation of pain, my own,
but i wish you knew im hurting,
and maybe you’d come home.
Lanterns, in view.
Warm breath, is thin.
Come with me,
And youll see.
Careless as any hidden spark.
You’re leaving me with all of this
Doubt.
Oh, and Oh, and Oh,
Theres doubt.
Dream cast straight through.
Broken is the bind.
Come with me,
and youll see.
Spellbound by the strippin
of the walls.
You’re leaving me with all of this
Doubt.
Oh and Oh and Oh
(the letter it burned me)
theres doubt.
Draw back, the blue.
Seeping in to blood,
Numbing me,
now you’ll see.
Come back, the beat is
slightly off.
Its bringing me too all of this,
Doubt.
…And before i fell,
i chipped the cliff
into a loose standing plateau.
A reason, an excuse
to fade into the mist
below.
A reason, an excuse
to swell into death
Below.
A reason, an excuse,
to hurt and fall
Below.
Now I’m soothing,
in a liquid bed,
that drowns out all of your noise.
Im quitting out
on all i said.
Im bleeding out from such poise.
I’ve been hiding from solitude,
and fearing to be alone.
And now that i’ve come home,
and i am,
I know now why i hid.
I dont think i can live like this,
with guilt and fear and memory.
This room, your picture, your necklace,
Your notes reading ” im sorry”.
Your daisy and your baby
picture.
I fear my mind,
for i think of only death.
I didnt think i could feel so surely
that ill never feel again.
Except for pain, and fear. And lonliness.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Not that it matters. Not that i matter.
When im gone,
you’ll all live better.
No matter
What vibration broke.
What tone i took. To
What name i look.
What blame i hook,
what body i forsook,
I’ll love you.
Your’s is the Masters guiding hand.
To build a rock and knowledge
on which to stand.
With these tools we will bind,
the passions of the mind,
to the happiness we’ll find.
Yet now that i’ve lost all,
i’ve forgotten my names call.
And if im meant to hear her tune,
i will leave this life soon.
No more reason left now to live.
A life, a soul furtive.
