Spook
May 19th, 2011, 09:31 AM
Reaching and running
But I never get there
Pulled back by hate
Ripping at my hair
I put on a smile
But my heart is in despair
I'm in a trance of sadness
Nobody can repair
It runs slowly
With it goes my pain
But the more I lose
The more I gain
The scars heal,
Only worse I feel
Wider they open
My heart just gets broken
No way is good enough
Every day
I'm acting tough
Draw a smile once more
Getting weaker than before
The day I sit in a flowing white dress
I plan to paint it in the pain from my chest
I hold it tight
The cool sythe
It grips my hand
It turns my head
She says "It's not too late"
But I'm already dead
Not dead in the body
Dead in my mind
All happiness
Was left behind
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
But I never get there
Pulled back by hate
Ripping at my hair
I put on a smile
But my heart is in despair
I'm in a trance of sadness
Nobody can repair
It runs slowly
With it goes my pain
But the more I lose
The more I gain
The scars heal,
Only worse I feel
Wider they open
My heart just gets broken
No way is good enough
Every day
I'm acting tough
Draw a smile once more
Getting weaker than before
The day I sit in a flowing white dress
I plan to paint it in the pain from my chest
I hold it tight
The cool sythe
It grips my hand
It turns my head
She says "It's not too late"
But I'm already dead
Not dead in the body
Dead in my mind
All happiness
Was left behind
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"