Sigh. Such a violent dichotomy is the balance between love and hate. Such a violent dichotomy. To be forced to have to accept that you have to make a decision between sacrificing your own love and peace selflessly or not doing so in selfishness in order for the greater betterment of a world that has never once treated you fairly, except for that love and peace you stand to lose. I’m sorry but the world hasn’t earned it. Comicality, you sir, have outdone yourself and have a rare and true gift.
Take it back I would take it back
For just another minute
Just another chance with you
Give it up I would give everything up
Every last breath Every first taste, for you.
Just to make it alright.
Just to make it alright.
But its too late, to go back.
I can see the darkness, through the cracks.
Daylight fading, I curse the breaking.
The day is gone.
The day is gone.
Run away
I’ll just run away.
Like a child from all them to you
And now I see my most constant mistake
is I don't know what I love till its gone
But its too late
To go back
I can see the darkness Through the cracks
Daylight fading I curse the breaking.
The day is gone.
The day is gone
Its too late to go back.
I let the darkness seep through the cracks.
Love is bleeding, I curse my breathing.
The day is gone
The day is gone