For anyone who would listen to this racket, Especially our moms.
lyrics
You Cast me out, I'm laid aside. Like something from months gone by. Left to rot, Hung out to dry. Watching your life pass by my eyes.
Sitting still, whip poor will. Hidden away but you still hear me calling saying. Times change we grow up strange. Still nothing takes this pain away. Can you make it fade take over things.
Ashamed. I felt, more alive than I have in days. And Who's to say that won't change. Still hearts beating. My lungs collapsed. At Last breathing, My will, perhaps. Life's fleeting. I've all but grasp. On.
White knuckles. Holding on. White knuckles. Onto nothing. White knuckles. Unable of Letting go.
Ghosts of you. Haunt this room every corner has a thought of something new. I can't keep straight. My nights from days. sleep from wake. Sleep from wake
You've made this air Flammable. But these walls are paper, (And blood is gasoline.)Why'd you have to come in here like fireworks. I Can't do this tonight. I need a light.
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