
| Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Author: Feathered Fiends absence does too but i like absinthe better.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 357 - Published: 01-23-06 - id: 2096645
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So much to say, so much to say to you;
I
wish I could tell the truth.
Can't you feel it?
Can't you
feel the false precision beating on your heart?
Because I'm
knocking down these buildings
and it's only all for you.
Can't
you feel the poison 'cos my taste is long gone.
I can't help
but feel this way
and I wonder if you feel the same.
I
don't want to think or breathe.
Get out of my thoughts and out
of my lungs.
Maybe this is worth living for
but I'll assure
my doubts.
Get me out, get me out.
I don't want to hate you
anymore.
Get me out, get me out.
I don't want to love you
anymore.
So if you could choose to save me,
would you
bother to take a stand?
Is it worth to take my hand
and lead me
to a stronger glare?
But how do you expect me to go on like
this?
It's so confusing
and I know that there's bound to be
an end somewhere.
I know that I'm afraid
but fear is just a member of the purgatory that I call my home.
And
maybe you could give me the chance if I would take it.
I don't
want to fake it
but I sure as hell don't want to be alone.
I
don't want to think or breathe.
Get out of my thoughts and out
of my lungs.
Maybe this is worth living for
but I'll assure
my doubts.
Get me out, get me out.
I don't want to hate you
anymore.
Get me out, get me out.
I don't want to love you
anymore.
And I'm begging you to feel something
if
anything at all.
Would you catch me I fall
or would you leave
me to break a bone and bleed?
I never know and something tells
me
"Just give up, stop trying."
I need to give up
crying
and the hope that there could ever be
a you and me.
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