hypocrite in love pt.2 on rainy days, chains rust and fire is put out.

Posted May 10, 2006

young woman, i fear i'm a prisoner here;
but shackeled only by time
so with each shed tear, "you'll heal in a few years":
a friends words are false but kind.

i hope you burn, my love. i hope you miss me to the grave
but the pondered thought will cause my body to rot in a pit of things i once called brave.
courage and foolish things as such, no one could ever save.

such things as that, empty look of want you had
were drops of poison to force my gad
upon my heart and to this day
i love you but i hurt in such a way...
so let yourself burn, let me wallow in chains
we're free but only to the day that it rains