Dust I have no wisdom, I feel, in your eyes. Everything I do there is some tear I cant cry But you tell me to be happy and I try break a smile Underhanded its erased You always got a way to reduce my lines To anything everything my words all crime Tell me sing dust and sing it in time I hear the sigh which blows me away I wish you heard some genuine word The ones I speak here feared are cursed There is no right and it just gets worse Deeper in the skin I waste What do I say Do I run or stay Here and there Im feeling traced Its the music A tear How much more do I face Ive had it to here and my head is a case I cant give it my heart Because my love is fake In the silences its all you say If it werent for thunder or the rain We would all hear nothing Just the nothing I sang So... Tell me how Im wrong again Stockholm Syndrome Is the only grace It gives me hope I cant complain With all the sounds the others make Please Lift me up And I will bring you down Up to here Im underground To your standards I must not frown Dont mention clouds or never again Happy Happy Birthday boy Just a lie and I am not your toy Because Im sad I am ashamed Take my voice Blow the dust away Now... Laugh because at least youre feeling great
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 02:24:30 +0000
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