Bright lights don't form happy endings
For the verge is the end of the zone
There are so many people
Who want to sacrifice you
And you cannot run away
My heart bangs against my chest
As memories turn to riddles
Precious you are, and precious is the world
As we crash and burn together
Who in this heart fulfills the rest
When the rest doesn't care about us?
I see you running in my memory
As pills awaken the scene
The world is crashing
Because we are dying
And we are dying of thirst to stay alive
The feeling of bright lights
Makes me want to die
The warm environment of sin's city
Burns with such brilliant rage
Who dares to dream at this wild age?
I don't even know you
But I see you in my dreams
Breaking the mirror that is before me...
We are just two traumas
That are misunderstood
So let us strip this precious
Away from the wall
Let us strip away the roses
Let us strip away the fame
Let us strip away the haters
That hate you
Let us fight the good fight,
Dying to be alive.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 9th, 2024 00:48
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
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