PureVolume

when was it that you lost your youth or traded it for somthing more for them to use so jaded. why is it that youve never said i love you more than just a friend. i pray this gridlock never ends. and when we get there just depends i found out recently that you were leaving for good i hope i softly tell my ceiling. its better now to be alive. sleeping is my 9 to 5. im having nitemares all the time. im running out of words that rhyme. everything that you could never say would never matter anyway. i took a hammer an two nails to my ear drums long ago. before that steak knife took my eyes i looked up to the sky for the last thing i would ever see. for the last time i would cry. when was it that you sold your life or wasted. every bite of that small slice you never tasted. i guess i should be one to talk. theres nights that i cant even walk. theres days i dont give a crap. and in between is were im stuck. from blocks away i can here someone screaming. that small child inside of youthat you left bleeding. you stabbed him up not once but twice. cubicles will now suffice. some say its the roll of dice. i think there wrong i know im right. every breath that i could barely breathe.could barely make it past my teeth. i took a blowtorch to my lungs a long long time ago. every step that i could take. every one more difficult to make.mr chainsaw came took my legs a long long time ago.in case your wondering im singing about growing up an giving in. in case your wondering were singing about growing up an giving in.



i dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart.
with heat to melt these frozen tears
burned with reasons as to carry on.
into these twisted months i plunge without a light to follow
but i swear that i would follow anything
just get me out of here.
and you get six months to adapt
then you get two more to leave town.
and in the event that you do adapt
we still might not want you around.
but i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
but i know that that's impossible now.
and so i drink to stay warm
and to kill selected memories
'cause i just can't think anymore about that
or about her tonight
but i give myself three days to feel better
or else i swear i'll drive right off a fricking cliff
'cause if i can't learn to make myself feel better
how can i expect anyone else to give a crap?
and i scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere
just get me past this dead and eternal snow
'cause i swear that i'm dying, slowly but it's happening
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere
just take me there, just take me there, just take me there
and say, and lie to me, and say, and lie to me, and say
it's going to be alright

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