Pitifullyalone
Broken Windows
the alignment of my thoughts form a straight prediction
and the intention of my wonders just fall and die
who was there when i was bleeding invisible blood
who preaches the truth when the truth is forming lies
silence screams on the floor she broke the window and locked the door the last of the first took a day off
the days of the lost where found in a horrible manner
my last day was seen on the first day of a calender
and bloody lips and blank faces stare me down
im a child of hopless wonder, and im here to die
silence screams on the floor she broke the window an
locked the door the last of the first took a day off
i just need something real, needing something real, countless days, forming journeys, needing something real.
From Letras Mania