Wednesday, May 02, 2007
THE SCRIPT.
She says she'll never see,
All but a haunting malady,
She says it's all but a rhyme,
In a broken world I call mine,

She says it's all a blur,
What i'd leave if only to see her,
She knows, she has no clue,
How much it'd mean to see her through,

She says what she never meant.

A little more you laid to waste,
Who'd have thought the boy could stand,
A little more to kill the taste,
His mangled heart still yet to mend.

His tearshed could flood his paper world,
But you wouldn't even drown,
His screams echo in the heads of the angels,
But you wouldn't hear a sound.

And so he lay down his sword instead,
To take a mightier blow,
To watch the eyes that gaze all turn red,
To wonder if what's in them lay sorrow,

Her words, like the blade,
Saw the end of his crusade,

Her eyes, oh her eyes,
With her love she lifts us all,
Mistake it not, i know for sure,
For before you i stand 10 feet tall,

Yet as souless as a stone,
I walk these streets alone,
With a love that chose it's fate to leave,

I see, once beauty all around,
now echo with that haunting sound,
Of the beating of the heart on my sleeve.


i really wish this wasn't so depressing.