Saturday, April 25, 2015
On the highway opposite us is where the end of our futures reside
If I close my eyes on the roof, even gravity can be defied
Morals can go die in a ditch as I kick a Coke can on the road
Adolescence is always like this, did you think I didn't already know?
Fed up with life, the girl ran away to a warehouse out of town yesterday and
With a crooked smile on her lips held a vinyl tape to her neck
And took a final breath
Taking out a selfish knife to threaten all our budding dreams
But it's our tomorrows that will end up screaming
Oh please save me, but this cry for help
Will be blocked out by my shield of solitude
Using sophistic justice to kill off our withering dreams
But it's our tomorrows that will end up bleeding
Come on come on, let us burn away
These memories were useless to me anyways
Yeah that's right
Days without a future in mind have no past and nowhere to go
Trapped just like our childhood days when we were laughed at and made to be jokes
The man has gambled everything away to fill the empty void of today but
Don't you think that even he had a loving child and wife
At some point in his life?
Taking out a selfish knife to threaten all our budding dreams
But it's our tomorrows that will end up screaming
Oh please save me, but this cry for help
Will be blocked out by my shield of solitude
Using sophistic justice to kill off our withering dreams
But it's our tomorrows that will end up bleeding
Come on come on, let us burn away
These memories were useless to me anyways
How can I heal this wound of being lonely?
Everyone follows these morals so exceedingly
Where is the emphasis on being happy?
So won't you tell it to me, hurry up and tell me
If you so wish, I'll bid this world my bye-bye
I want to end this voice but it's so hi-fi
The student who never listened to the teacher teach
Has gained authority
Taking out a selfish knife to threaten all our budding dreams
But it's our tomorrows that will end up screaming
Oh please save me, but this cry for help
Will be blocked out by my shield of solitude
Using sophistic justice to kill off our withering dreams
But it's our tomorrows that'll end up bleeding
Come on come on, let us burn away
These memories were useless to me anyways.
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