[Verse 1]
Count down 'til I bleed out
Eden isn’t real, it’ll never have appeal
The window in my room
Beckons me to jump, I back up, and I give it what I’ve got
[Chorus]
Now I want to be living painfully
When I hurt the worst I create the most
[Post-Chorus]
Take my happiness and I will write an anthem
Take my pettiness and I will lose direction
[Verse 2]
Red on my arms and my torso
Sitting up, I look around
Why is air still in my lungs?
[Refrain]
This poem will never be
Everything I want, full of rampant mental block
I guess I’ll take it still
If I have to own the dark, break the bulb on idealistic hearts
[Chorus]
Now I want to be living painfully
When I hurt the worst I create the most
Count down 'til I bleed out
Eden isn’t real, it’ll never have appeal
The window in my room
Beckons me to jump, I back up, and I give it what I’ve got
[Chorus]
Now I want to be living painfully
When I hurt the worst I create the most
[Post-Chorus]
Take my happiness and I will write an anthem
Take my pettiness and I will lose direction
[Verse 2]
Red on my arms and my torso
Sitting up, I look around
Why is air still in my lungs?
[Refrain]
This poem will never be
Everything I want, full of rampant mental block
I guess I’ll take it still
If I have to own the dark, break the bulb on idealistic hearts
[Chorus]
Now I want to be living painfully
When I hurt the worst I create the most
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