Listening to: tool-aenima
Feeling: unsure
left with no tied end,
no good will or thought to lend.
shoved blindly and confused,
whilst you sit fucking amused.
(Pre Chorus)
left so hollow cold and reckless,
i wont be tehre to give forgiveness.
(Chorus)
lifes not meant to have no feeling,
howd you leave me numb and bleeding,
falling into my own, my own world of
hollow pain and selfless shame.
expect me to stay here,
the brutality you dealt so severe.
rubbing my face in your mess,
taking all i had then expecting fairness.
(pre chorus)
(Chorus)
to you my mind surrendered,
like a fly in a web now aprehended.
keeping me there with blank promises,
expecting me to be your eternal fogriveness.
(pre chorus)
(Chorus)
you want me to tell you its fine,
that crosses a fucking thin red line.
think ill be here to pick up the pieces,
not any more its your mess belive this.
(pre chorus)
(Chorus)
clean up
your own
fucking mess.
clean up
your own
fucking mess.
clean up
your own
fucking mess.
clean up
your own
fucking mess.
clean up
your own
fucking mess.
take me away
from all this.
Sorry bout the weirdness last night.
-S