Sick of the crying
Sick of the tears
Tired of trying
Afraid of the fears
Loneliness, sorrow
Thoughts of tomorrow
Makes me feel lost,
Alone in the world
Afraid of the cost,
Of breaking what's sworn
A promise or two,
All for you.
With empty eyes
A sobbing soul
No smiles will fly,
No way to feel whole
It's so hard to try
It's so hard to breathe
It's hard not to die
When I see that darn sheath
I keep from moaning
Hold back the groaning
The clock strikes midnight
With no way to flee
The beckoning twilight
Begging for me
I hold my breath tight
And wait for the night
When finally I,
Can give in to the knife
With no where to run
Until morning must
Covered in Sun
Show off the red rust
The stage is all set
The people have met
They were given their chance,
And ignored all the signs
So the white picket fence
Covers up all the lines
Lips pursed in perfection,
Left lost, no objection
And now I can lay
All alone in the end
With no one to stay
And apologize for hitting send.