Funboy1615

Words To Fuel The Flames Of Discontent
2002-11-18 02:07:37 (UTC)

Atreyu-Lip Gloss And Black

If I gave you pretty enough words could you paint a picture
of us that works
An emphasis on function rather than design
Arent you tired
Cause I will carry you on a broken back and blown out knees
I have been where you are for a while

Arent you tired of being weak
Such rage that you could scream the stars right out of the
sky and destroy the prettiest starry night

Every evening that I die alone I am exhumed just a little
less human
So much more bitter and cold
After all these images of pain have cut right through you I
will kiss every scar
Weep
You are not alone
Then Ill show you the place in my chest where my heart still
tries to beat

Arent you tired of being weak
Such rage that you could scream the stars right out of the
sky and destroy the prettiest starry night

Every evening that I die

Live
Love
Burn
And die




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