I'm no less unstoppable, no less a live wire. I still don't care what you think as long as it's about me. I still see a monster in the mirror every day.
But now, maybe I'll join you when you sit there in your heartache waiting on some beautiful boy to, to save you from your old ways.
Maybe I'll sing it out, because I've got to see what tomorrow brings. Will you sing it out? Because you've got to be what tomorrow needs.
When you say, "It's empty in the valley of your heart. The sun, it rises slowly as you walk away from all the fears and all the faults you've left behind. The harvest left no food for you to eat, you cannibal, you meat-eater, you see. But I have seen the same, I know the shame in your defeat."
Maybe I'll respond, "But I will hold on hope, and I won't let you choke on the noose around your neck. And I'll find strength in pain, and I will change my ways. I'll know my name as it's called again."
Because who cares if this romance is bad? I think it's the most right thing I've ever felt.
Codename_Phobos · Tue Mar 22, 2011 @ 05:58am · 0 Comments |