Quiet remorse as the sun rises
wishing once again for the covers to vanquish
the demons that stay. No outlet to let the pain
go, to set it free like a dove flying high.
What more is there to see? Cept, a few tears
and a scream. A few bruises and cuts, but
what else is left besides some pain in the gutter?
Is it happiness?
If it is share some with me, I'd gladly
change that angry part of me. If it's love
no no none of that, I won't have it piercing
my heart again and ripping me from the clouds.
I rather have your hatred then your love.
Such a moment of quiet remorse, I fear all
that is left is a simple white rose...why of
course it's not for you.
It's for the morning of the love, and the
time I lost spent loving you.
All you were, was something special
my sweetest light, my airiest pasison
Look now you stupid fool, look at this smile
this blood that spreads from my veins. It's
all because of you, and that stupid game
This remorse you have, why let it go
I want you to be real with yourself.
Oh yes them too. Why the real reason
was that I left you. No flower for you
ungrateful b***h. I rather eat
s**t now, then ever come back to you.
Yes I'm still angry, of course over you
do you really think I'd have the strength
to let go of you?
Oh pity me, oh pity you
b***h just shut the ******** up and
get over it. Remorse is no game
no fame, not even a remeberance of
Your memory. Oh did I hurt you?
******** you. Now, the sun sets, ahhhh
finally it's through. Now I can get back
to what I do best.
I can sit back, feel remorse or I can
stand up with a few thorns and plunge
them into your heart....I wonder if you'd
feel just like I do.
Oh yes I am bitter. Angry and hateful.
With you, I learned certain ladies are
assholes just like men can be. Though
I still wonder sometimes, why you ever
thought of me
wishing once again for the covers to vanquish
the demons that stay. No outlet to let the pain
go, to set it free like a dove flying high.
What more is there to see? Cept, a few tears
and a scream. A few bruises and cuts, but
what else is left besides some pain in the gutter?
Is it happiness?
If it is share some with me, I'd gladly
change that angry part of me. If it's love
no no none of that, I won't have it piercing
my heart again and ripping me from the clouds.
I rather have your hatred then your love.
Such a moment of quiet remorse, I fear all
that is left is a simple white rose...why of
course it's not for you.
It's for the morning of the love, and the
time I lost spent loving you.
All you were, was something special
my sweetest light, my airiest pasison
Look now you stupid fool, look at this smile
this blood that spreads from my veins. It's
all because of you, and that stupid game
This remorse you have, why let it go
I want you to be real with yourself.
Oh yes them too. Why the real reason
was that I left you. No flower for you
ungrateful b***h. I rather eat
s**t now, then ever come back to you.
Yes I'm still angry, of course over you
do you really think I'd have the strength
to let go of you?
Oh pity me, oh pity you
b***h just shut the ******** up and
get over it. Remorse is no game
no fame, not even a remeberance of
Your memory. Oh did I hurt you?
******** you. Now, the sun sets, ahhhh
finally it's through. Now I can get back
to what I do best.
I can sit back, feel remorse or I can
stand up with a few thorns and plunge
them into your heart....I wonder if you'd
feel just like I do.
Oh yes I am bitter. Angry and hateful.
With you, I learned certain ladies are
assholes just like men can be. Though
I still wonder sometimes, why you ever
thought of me
