Dead Swans
The Hanging Sun
Glass eyes staring at uncaring hands, your sitting alone in the dark again with empty bottles by your side and blood stained sheets, your still trying to hideLiving alone in your personal hell reciting lies until they're safe to tell, your precious act made me think I careFuck those nights I'm never coming backThose fucking nights some slept in chains hardly ever speakingOthers mourning to ears that were never listeningWe stayed up all night twisting old memories all pieced together and incompleteThe hanging sun watches me as I fall
From Letras Mania