Our minds are troubled by the emptiness

Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless,
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We're setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this...

... and you caused it...
... and you caused it...
... and you caused it...

Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silouhette,
A lifeless face that you'll soon forget,
My eyes ae damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one,
'Cause most of us are bitter over someone.
Setting fire to our insides for fun,
To distract our hearts from ever missing them.
But I'm forever missing him.

And you caused it,
And you caused it,
And you caused it




I just need to get it out, you know?
Let everything that I hold inside of me out.
And the only way to do so would be crying. It doesn't take much before I do so, though.
Watching sad scenes.
Ever watched Skins? Do it.
And make sure you watch the UK version - not the crappy US one.
That made me depressed. Made me cry.
And it felt so good to get it out.

I cried tonight.
But I want to cry more. I need to be alone. Don't want any questions.

I know what I want. I want to get fucked up. To forget.
I want to get proper fucked up, taha.
I need it.
I need an hour or so where these thoughts doesn't swirl around in the back of my head all the time. I want to be happy for once. Just a short amount of time.
But it's not that easy is it?
Nope. It's not.

One day I'll get fucked up so badly.
And I promise that day is closing in pretty quickly.
I can't take this anymore.

...'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and gone.




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