my voice is running out of breath, from point out the signs, there leading right to a dead end that never ends.
the range of this city is more than my feet can take,
but i could walk it in my sleep,
just as well when im awake,
ive got blisters on my fingers and love tied to my wrists,
ignoring their opinions that say it cant exist,
i wont believe it cause ive felt it,
running solid through my veins,
you cannot retrieve anything good
without excepting all the pain,
could you just believe me.
theres an answer for every question, but its all about opinion,
you cant have the one you want unless your all about forgiving,
it could make you stop, and wonder.
the kingdom we had built so high cannot be reached without a ladder,
even the bravest hearts grow old wither and shatter,
would your feelings make you think twice,
about whats wrong and whats right, what is pleasure or what is pain,
if in the end its all the same, its just the decisions that you make.
my bag is kind of heavy but in no way filled with burdens,
you put a smile on my face no matter how much i am hurting,
could i keep you in my pocket and carry you forever,
the load would be light perhaps lighter than a feather
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