Such a sad, sunny, saturday serenade.
Completing the long lost lyrics of a homemade grenade.
Falling deeper and further into a slumber so great,
That when it is time to wake everything else seems fake.
So try your best, don't give up.
Even though love itself deserts you.
Don't lose your ability to cheer others up,
And give back to those that hurt you.
In a sick and twisted world where love is the cruelest game.
It kind of sucks doesn't it?
When a fragile heart gets played?
But now she's dead and long forgotten,
You hate to see her ghost.
You know deep down inside behind the hatred,
Those good memories mattered most.
Love is fake, love is good,
Love is sometimes bad.
Love can sweep you off your feet
And take away everything you once had.
Love blinks in an instant to a change that is so sudden.
Love pretends to know you when it comes.
But in the end it doesn't.
Why are we cursed with this damn thing called "emotion"?
It's our weakest strength,
Some say our exposed shut down button.
Yet even though it's evil, without it we'd be nothing.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
 basskicker · Sat Nov 29, 2008 @ 05:53am · 0 Comments |
