silently I lie shivering, quivering words of misery - missin and
where's all the life that she put living in? i'm interested in
why I miss so much more when it's all gone
I hate it.
it's fazing that I'm estated to a moment of patience
i can't keep waiting - i can't handle this situation, infact
it was more of a job
and my tool belt was unstrapped
to tie the knot and bind the plot, but fuck it's nothing
i can remember when happiness was touching -
or something, but who knows; i'm shameless just blaming
my consciece for over painting the tainted
hanging
onto a rop with a thread of hope and my hands were slipping
the climax is missing; my tears are beyond their drizzling
i wasn't worth it - neither was it, itself - how could I have
thought it was something
fuck it, i'll only get mad
i was influcutuated; i wont deny it wasn't mandating enough
i was young confused
and for sure-
lost in the translation of love