I know I have lost you alreadyNot even within an inch of my graspAnd I push you away on the backs of wild horsesYou are laying behind me in an empty positionMy touch feels like an invasion I am subject to the rejection of my own fears I am not good enough, (I am not good enough)If I knew you longer I would cryThe sadness I feel is for the loss I would have had if I wasn’t the fool I have always beenMy friends lay in the wings laughing at my own designMy heart grows heavy at their joy of my destructionSo I talk only to bury myself deeper than I can bareHow do I kill off the source that feeds meRevelling in grotesque idiocy, fucking the thing I want mostShe lays listening to the keys tap, tap, tapping... I, this drunken confession at least has a silent witness
Silence takes on a gentle awareness and stupidity takes a serious stanceNo words can redeem the aftermath my dear boyRiddle your way out of losing a creature so utterly wonderfulThe stagnant nature of your failure will pollute the river of your life with suffocationNo fool can be so foolish to fool even himselfOnce again the sadness chimes, go to bed little man, go to bedThe resonating truth prevails and what does it bringA new start, a new beginning, if someone so fair could..Quiet yourself fool, quiet your silly self, as if, as if..
How can I leave such a pessimistic end to fester in my worthI will not lend it fuel, I will not suffer it’s chantThis time maybe no, next time maybe yes but who is to knowA gentle whisper caress’s my skin, and then silent breezeIt reminds me of you and I look behind me, your still in my bed You, are at least,
still in my bed…..
Silence takes on a gentle awareness and stupidity takes a serious stanceNo words can redeem the aftermath my dear boyRiddle your way out of losing a creature so utterly wonderfulThe stagnant nature of your failure will pollute the river of your life with suffocationNo fool can be so foolish to fool even himselfOnce again the sadness chimes, go to bed little man, go to bedThe resonating truth prevails and what does it bringA new start, a new beginning, if someone so fair could..Quiet yourself fool, quiet your silly self, as if, as if..
How can I leave such a pessimistic end to fester in my worthI will not lend it fuel, I will not suffer it’s chantThis time maybe no, next time maybe yes but who is to knowA gentle whisper caress’s my skin, and then silent breezeIt reminds me of you and I look behind me, your still in my bed You, are at least,
still in my bed…..
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