True numbness surfacing
Born into mud, bleeding
No reason for believing
Just another butterfly
Stuck inside the garbage
Flushed into the wasteland
Of everything you stood for
Chorus:
Colors wave at me through dripping plaster
Smells deceased
I'm going faster
Through the shelfs of broken time
Of the years
Better left refined
So as you look for my eyes
In a box full of other crayons
With their beautiful bought vibrance
Bridge:
I forced the stars from the sky
I held them prisoner
I taught them to bleed
I wanted somthing else to bleed
To bleed like me
Author notes
Wow I'm Still Definatly Working On This.,. Tell Me What You Think Though, I Need Some Inspiration.,.
Written July 29th, 2005
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