Monday, January 31, 2011

The beautiful crash and the art of drowning

 im not breathing anymore
the waters filling my lungs
and i start to struggle
and what has it been for
im not going to win, might as well just die right here
make ll of the pain just disappear
will they remember, will they want to remember
me

" its not to late
to make it out alive
just push on through
maybe im gonna survive
well you dont really believe that do you
truth is i dont know what i believe anymore
close my eyes for me if i dont live through it
then close yours mind and try to forget
the horible things i did"

i spent all this time
being apathetic
and honestly
im the most pathetic
of all the poor bastards that i know

its good to understand
that i learned this now
who could possibly forget how
all the terrible shades that ive shown
they dimmed , and faded when i was so wasted
on the poisonous thoughts that invaded
my mind and made it corrode

i didnt care, i was unaware
how everything i did
i did wrong
it seemed so dark , at the end of my tunnel
if there was a path out id never find the way

" its not to late
to make it out alive
just push on through
maybe im gonna survive
well you dont really believe that do you
truth is i dont know what i believe anymore
close my eyes for me if i dont live through it
then close yours mind and try to forget
the horible things i did"

under the water, i think to myself
as im running out of breath
i hope someone will save me
cause i dont want to die  looking like this
i hadnt planned i would sink so low
i never thought i was as weak as i was
when i took that swim
i just dove in to the water that was over my head
help help help me , bubbles trap the words i cant release

" its not to late
to make it out alive
just push on through
maybe im gonna survive
well you dont really believe that do you
truth is i dont know what i believe anymore
close my eyes for me if i dont live through it
then close yours mind and try to forget
the horible things i did"

and though i was pulled out
the water still covers me
and i do not think i have much left to believe
i cant clutch my sides
i cant find relief
all i can do i crumple over and vomit
while the still walls make me dizzy

"its not to late
to make it out alive
just push on through
maybe im gonna survive
well you dont really believe that do you
truth is i dont know what i believe anymore
close my eyes for me if i dont live through it
then close yours mind and try to forget
the horible things i did"

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