Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
craving
8.02.04
this is me.
this is all i'll ever be
the way i say things
broken, backwards, empty
until it cracks, it bleeds, it stings.
this is me.
this is all i'll ever be
slowly breathing in and breathing out
filling my head with lies
i fight for what i don't believe in
for the second chance beyond the moment-
as the world slips away and dies.
i've been to hell and back.
frozen to the core
some aren't who they say to be
and still, they're craving more
i've been to hell and back.
your earth, so fragile against your will
i've seen your eyes, i've heard your lies
but we're craving, still.
:.: c . r .... a .v . i . n .. g.:.
who we are
we are liars
we are the unworthy
we are the unjust
but they aren't willing
so hypocritical
i'll defend the darkness
'til the day i cease to die
((over and over and over))
you can't hear my name ANYMORE
because sometimes, it's meant to be blurred.
THE WRITING ON THE WALL
sometimes, it's meant to be broken
the note, ceasing to die
over and over and over and over and over and over
we can't hold our breath until fOrEvEr
we can't make it until dawn
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this is me.
and there's nothing left~*~
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