I’m running with all I’ve got left
'Cause stars know “this” won’t change;
Now every day’s a mercy cry,
And all my life’s a stage.
For a moment, if just that,
If we admitted what we had was real,
I’d hold you tightly to me
And I’d tell you how I feel.
I’d tell you I adore you,
That your kisses make me melt,
And every time you look right through me,
It’s the best I could have felt;
And how it feels like dying
When you indifferently walk away,
And in the times I’m feeling this,
How hard it is to stay.
I’d let you know I’m lonely,
And I miss you when you disappear,
I’d tell to you of all the nights
I break when you’re not here.
But though tonight’s a mercy cry
When written on this page,
I spit up blood with my false fronts,
As all my life’s a stage.
