UnoQuattroThres
05-15-2013, 06:13 AM
I couldn't believe that she was gone...
Perfect for me with all the wrongs felt like it belongs
Throng upon my heart as songs leave me lethargic
The carpet pierces my skin with the coldness of the Artic
Which reminds me of Carthage and how it fell to ruins
Seeking solice like a Trojan in the mist of a lair of Bruins
Even the air brewing is strewn while these profiles stewing
Chewing the fat of this pain, strains granulate my persuing
Blown so now this king is alone in this game of thrones
And I hate seat changing rearranging names and tones
So I throw my phone, shattering reminds me of our first date
Our first mate, wait, the purse of a first consumed in hate
Now the morning shines as the movements slows
The crawl of San Fransisco sprawl removes the show
Essential patterns, day to day processing quickens
I'm behind the window pane, deafening sickening
Life plays hard in front of eyes of disdain
Thinking about the devil and the manifestation she came
I gotta move on! So I pull the strings from my limbs
Cutting the ties that the lies leave me to go "Why friends?"
Biting the bonds, sawing legs free, step closer to sanity
I reach across dirty clothes and stanky shoes to the vanity
A handy 45. places the last piece to the wicked puzzle
Oddly and fittingly, my skin has burned a smile on the muzzle
As cell structures explode to the normal mode of life
I'm ready for the after....openly closing my strife.....
That.......Bitch.....I.....Love....Her.....So...Mu ....
Is written cross my chest in blood.....
Perfect for me with all the wrongs felt like it belongs
Throng upon my heart as songs leave me lethargic
The carpet pierces my skin with the coldness of the Artic
Which reminds me of Carthage and how it fell to ruins
Seeking solice like a Trojan in the mist of a lair of Bruins
Even the air brewing is strewn while these profiles stewing
Chewing the fat of this pain, strains granulate my persuing
Blown so now this king is alone in this game of thrones
And I hate seat changing rearranging names and tones
So I throw my phone, shattering reminds me of our first date
Our first mate, wait, the purse of a first consumed in hate
Now the morning shines as the movements slows
The crawl of San Fransisco sprawl removes the show
Essential patterns, day to day processing quickens
I'm behind the window pane, deafening sickening
Life plays hard in front of eyes of disdain
Thinking about the devil and the manifestation she came
I gotta move on! So I pull the strings from my limbs
Cutting the ties that the lies leave me to go "Why friends?"
Biting the bonds, sawing legs free, step closer to sanity
I reach across dirty clothes and stanky shoes to the vanity
A handy 45. places the last piece to the wicked puzzle
Oddly and fittingly, my skin has burned a smile on the muzzle
As cell structures explode to the normal mode of life
I'm ready for the after....openly closing my strife.....
That.......Bitch.....I.....Love....Her.....So...Mu ....
Is written cross my chest in blood.....