Take me and let me in,
dont break me and shut me out.
so take me and let me in
dont break me and shut me out.
The raven-haired youth staggered in the rain, people shoving past him, pushing him aside. His long black hair whipped violently in the strong winds, and with nimble fingers he pulled his black trench coat tighter against him, giving him a false sense of warmth.
I lit my pain on fire and I watched it all burn down.
now I'm dancing in the ashes and there is no one else around.
'cause I wanna be part of something,
this is just a story of a broken soul.
Someone shouted a curse at him as he fought his way past, but his mind did not register the word. He stumbled onwards, his wild hair clinging to his face. An elder lady looked on in pity, wondering if he was hurt. And maybe he was, but his face showed no emotion.
and as days go by my heart grows cold.
I can't seem to let this all pass me by.
so take me and let me in don't break me and shut me out.
He deftly walked out in the streets, not batting a dark eyelash as horns blared and drivers yelled for him to move. More eyes shifted to the strange boy crossing a busy street, but as he reached the other side, his face was still blank. No one could see his eyes, hidden behind dark shades.
I'm burning in the heavens.
and i'm drowning in a hell.
my soul was in a coma and none of my friends can tell, that
I'm reaching out and getting nothing, this is just a story of a broken soul
A young girl pointed towards him, tugging at her mother's leg, inquiring if he was injured. Her mother told her he was probably just sick, and the boy's emotionless gaze flicked to them, standing side by side in the cold rain, hand in hand, waiting for the bus. No one would ever stand by him like that, hold his hand. Assure him that he was just sick. He turned his gaze away, and continued to his destination.
and as days go by my heart grows cold.
I can't seem to let this all pass me by.
so take me and let me in
don't break me and shut me out
He ran a hand through his dark hair, wishing that he could feel the dampness only feeling nothing. He stumbled past a train station, people grumbling and shoving him aside as they hurried to get to there destination. He said nothing, even as a large man shoved him roughly against a wall in his hurry to get past. No, the young boy kept walking, hands in his pockets, gaze down.
so take me and let me in
don't break me and shut me out.
don't shut me out.
does anyone around me feel the same?
put your fist up and vent your pain! (4x)
Some thought he was sick; others injured, and still others mentally ill. But it was doubtful even he could tell you why he staggered so blindly through the crowds, gaze down, being shoved aside so carelessly and never saying anything in protest. Not even he could tell you why his hands shook, and his shoulders quivered.
and as days go by my heart grows cold.
I can't seem to let this all pass me by.
so take me and let me in
don't break me and shut me out.
so take me and let me in
don't break me and shut me out.
Finally, he stopped in front of an iron gate, staring hard at the sign. The gates groaned in sadness as he pushed them open, wandering into the dark fields. Almost no one stood around, and those who did where quiet. His back straightened as he approached one small corner of the field, almost invisible. It lay hidden between two thriving bushes, barely visible to the public and uncaring eye.
and as days go by my heart grows cold.
I can't seem to let this all pass me by.
take me dont break me
Staring down at the tombstone, tears suddenly filled in the boy's eyes. He ripped off his dark sunglasses, uncovering two deep black eyes; his tears mixing with rain as they streamed down his cheeks. He crumpled to his knees in front of the small cross, staring at the name blankly. He let his eyes travel downwards, reading the words he knew so well. 'Beloved Father'. Again, he looked up at the name, as if he couldn't accept that it was there. But it was, as it would always be: Goku.
Gohan stood suddenly, replacing his dark sunglasses and turning away from the grave. He walked away then, his hands in his pockets again, eyes down. Beautiful, soul-filled black eyes that were doomed to be filled with regret, always.
So wuted you think good bad please tell me