things are sort of different now
there's no saying why or how
the night shifts into the break of dawn
and when I wake to find that you're gone
the symphony of the breaking of hearts
the pain caused by a thousand darts
Is Incomprehendable like a dozen stabbing knives
knives that bleed of hundreds of lives
living in your skin is beneath me
these empty nights are lonesome and free
wings at the side of your eyes
that float so freely in deceitful disguise
the views absorb like cold hard cash
that instant turns into thrash
In your eyes , things are not the same
all the girly girls will not be a match to the plain jane
that has caused markers and breakers to stay
so before the lids groove to the music baby , I'd pray




I'd stay awake with the sound of your voice