By Pheonux on 02/02/2009
Come to me, before the night is alsmost over.
Let me see if we can do this one last time.
'Cause every day I let slip past is one more second chance,
that I refuse to take and soon there'll be non left.
Sit here on this decrepid park bench with me.
Talk slow, the sound of your voice makes my ears ring loud!
Let's watch the sun sink into the sea.
Will you let me hold your hand in mine?
'Cause everytime I see you I catch my breath,
as it tries to leave me one last time.
Every second of every day means nothing when you're not by my side.
So let the leaves fall down.
And let the tears run dry.
And let my heart,
stay broken deep inside....
No stitches can mend.
No bandages can fix.
No substitute can takes it's place.
The place I held, deep inside.
For you alone, inside this empty shell that is...
The night is creeping, being chased by day.
I tried again, and failed.
And every day, I let slip past, would probabaly end the same.
I''m sitting here, the wood is rotting.
Your words echo like gun shots, so loud.
You left before, the sun sank, and the waves swallowed it bit by bit.
And everytime I see you, my breath will still try to leave.
And the seconds will add up, to nothingness.
'Cause once again, you're not by my side.
The leaves have fallen.
The tears, are dry.
And my heart, is broken, deep inside......
(This is a song I am currently working on. I am looking for a name for it. Any suggestions would be appreciated)
© By Pheonux On 2/2/2009 7:57:59 PM