02 March, 2007
Train Tracks Are Tactics To Tame Attacks
What if the day took long to set?
Will the morrow sun forgive me?
For the sins of my intentions,
Forceful of these bad inventions
What if I had another way?
To do them harm without a mess,
Without a conscience to impress,
Then can I say,
I've tried to warn you then
This wound never looked a day better
When your hands they tore it off
And left me stranded on the floor
I'm dying
You left me dying on the floor
With my both arms they're awfully bent
These heavy blades they're hurting me
I wish I could stop this all
Then came the day when I got better
The hurt was gone with all intentions
I turn around to see myself
And I am glad for what you've done
I hope this day you'll finally see
Of all the things you've did to me
A lonely night come clarity
You'll remember
I've tried to warn you then
If I didn't try then how would I
Come about and know you,
You messed me up so bad
If I were on these tracks you'd be
Pulling the switches and running
Faster towards me..
© 2005 - 2006 Airholes
reminisced;
- 3:12 AM