Now I lay me down to sleep, I play the lord my soul to keep, And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take.
Cut my wrists and slit my throat, Forget every word I ever wrote, The heart which has no will to beat, Damaged by love, now has death to meet.
Why do people long for this feeling, Something so free will stealing, Wars fought in its name until in the skies blood did rain, So-called loved ones died in vain.
Better to have loved and lost than never at all, Death is loves final call, Mangled people torn by grief, For without their love there is no relief.
Then there's you, holder of my heart, Who has bit by bit picked it apart, Nothing left to even try again, Who knows what else may have been.
So forget the "I love you's", you won't speak them now, 'I promise" is just an empty vow, When morning rises you're not by my side, For in the night, your love has died.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord your love to keep, And if it dies before I wake, I pray the lord, my soul to take.
onyx_paradox · Fri Mar 08, 2013 @ 12:59am · 0 Comments |