: jesus died for his own sins, not mine
Sometimes i get the feeling you’d be better off if i was dead
But of course follows remembering the last few words you said
As i watch your lips quiver then a shrill whisper was released
You said you love me but you feel that theres some space missing between
You and i you said i drive you to the pillow in your bed
Where the tears just pour relentless and so often blood is shed
Now theres a general depression i can taste it in the air
As i gasp for reckoning in the midst of my despair
I say im feeling quite inadequate like i must cease to exist
Just to meet the daily standards that i so often forget
“You see i love you none the less though it may come as a surprise”
Creep up out the words from your heart and to your eyes
And i feel the pressing sorrow like a needle to my vein
Stops the heart with some contrast of relief and utter pain
And now i swear to you ive tired and ill continue through the days
I feel the pressing shadow slowly lifting in a haze…
I still cant ignore all this self hatred
Looking back those words came out of violence and of anger
The utter frustration never ceases it just lingers
In the back drop of the sorrow for the hatred in your eyes
As you screamed with searing passion and you meant it at the time
That you would leave to not return cos I’m a fucking drunk and pitiful
The love has now returned but that feeling I cant let go
It must have brewed some time a seemingly endless crescendo
Till’ the pressure overwhelms and the nightmares all explode
Into a whirlwind of emotions silent rage and screaming bloodshed
Holes broken through our hearts and the door between us as you said
You couldn’t take it well i cant fake it anymore its killing me
I just want to love and live but now I can barely breathe…
It is the devastation that makes together feel so full of life
The happiness means nothing with no agony or strife
The worth of holding hearts is meaningless without a void
You cant fill the full but the distressed have room to build
a life of chaos and confusion and of love hatred and demise
its all part of the cycle we’re infused to beneath our eyes
theres so much more than we see you see we need this fucking anger
it only makes the beautiful that much better when its endangered.
Sometimes i get the feeling you’d be better off if i was dead
But of course follows remembering the last few words you said
As i watch your lips quiver then a shrill whisper was released
You said you love me but you feel that theres some space missing between
You and i you said i drive you to the pillow in your bed
Where the tears just pour relentless and so often blood is shed
Now theres a general depression i can taste it in the air
As i gasp for reckoning in the midst of my despair
I say im feeling quite inadequate like i must cease to exist
Just to meet the daily standards that i so often forget
“You see i love you none the less though it may come as a surprise”
Creep up out the words from your heart and to your eyes
And i feel the pressing sorrow like a needle to my vein
Stops the heart with some contrast of relief and utter pain
And now i swear to you ive tired and ill continue through the days
I feel the pressing shadow slowly lifting in a haze…
I still cant ignore all this self hatred
Looking back those words came out of violence and of anger
The utter frustration never ceases it just lingers
In the back drop of the sorrow for the hatred in your eyes
As you screamed with searing passion and you meant it at the time
That you would leave to not return cos I’m a fucking drunk and pitiful
The love has now returned but that feeling I cant let go
It must have brewed some time a seemingly endless crescendo
Till’ the pressure overwhelms and the nightmares all explode
Into a whirlwind of emotions silent rage and screaming bloodshed
Holes broken through our hearts and the door between us as you said
You couldn’t take it well i cant fake it anymore its killing me
I just want to love and live but now I can barely breathe…
It is the devastation that makes together feel so full of life
The happiness means nothing with no agony or strife
The worth of holding hearts is meaningless without a void
You cant fill the full but the distressed have room to build
a life of chaos and confusion and of love hatred and demise
its all part of the cycle we’re infused to beneath our eyes
theres so much more than we see you see we need this fucking anger
it only makes the beautiful that much better when its endangered.
