Pain is white
It tastes like dirt and blood
It sounds like deep cries
And it reminds me of scars on hopeless kids
Pain makes me feel.
Just when I want to trust...
You or I find some way to break it,
to destroy it once again.
I want to grab you at your wrists pull you close
and scream.
How come you make me feel this way?
Do you do it on purpose?
If so teach me great one.
For I am lost.
You make me feel so good it hurts,
as always,
I give in.
Pain is white
It tastes like dirt and blood
It sounds like deep cries
And it reminds me of scars on hopeless kids
Pain makes me feel.
Just when I want to love...
You or I find some way to corrupt it,
to infect our souls once again.
I wish to grab you at your shoulders, shake you
and cry.
How come we do this every time?
As a pair do we consciously do this?
We are both ever so disturbed,
giving in.
Pain is white
It tastes like dirt and blood
It sounds like deep cries
And it reminds me of scars on hopeless kids
Pain makes me feel.
Just when we are about to make it...
Our stubbornness gets to our heads,
to make decisions so quick.
I want to twine my fingers around your neck
dig into your skin and collapse to the floor.
After so many mistakes you think we would get something out of it?
What ever is a matter with us?
Gives in.
We are just hopeless heartfelt kids
with to many emotions to put down on paper.
We are deceiving and know our weaknesses
Bold to our cores,
weak at our hearts,
yet strong at our wills.
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