sorry i never have anything happy to write about :|

one more wasted day, moving at the same half-angry pace
i turn the page
surprised to find, my names not printed in the obituary's lines.
but every story lately reads of all misguided deeds
and how no one ever pays for the things they do or say.
well ive read it all before in the quiet text of a thousand eyes,
that people try to hide
with rich voices to cover all their lies.

and i have failed me, i know
ive failed you
but all the roles youve played
have added up to what i see is truth
you've never loved and always hide
and not from me, but from what youve held inside.

well time is supposed to be the end
of all we've done an then
it's all fine and we step into
all the things we never knew
play behind the scenes
of whats killing you and me
but id rather go alone
how could you be so...
cold?

 

yep...i like your style...you flow so well...