sorrow

[Obscene Eyedeas]

In a way it was so
I would fell no more
I cryed in the nyt
Come plz no more
Its slices began
the scars did glow
i reached for u
My release my own

Rejecting hands!
In deaths throw
you are queen
of ire and sorrow the more.
you pushed me down
the gliding path
where sorrow sleeps
And scars grow back

ive fallen too low
it takes no more
you made it clear
my place is not here
ur coffin was perfect
but ur face was so pale
i reurn to the knife
make my sorrow clear

the night we fought
I cut all my soul
u ended all that nyt
i will never feel u ever again
Sorrow is like a knife