I'm sick of the stares, the looks and the glares. Nothing quite fits, At all in this pit. That word rolls around, like a boat caught at sea. Why cant you see, what you're doing to me?
Two hearts beat, Continuously, Completely, Together in harmony. One is uneven, The other quite straight, Nothing needs to be proven, About these heart beats. They fit together,
I once met a girl, With pins for eyes, And a knife through her chest. As I knew her more, I found she despised, Her very recent ex. She threw all her pins, In such a rage,
The darkness left her eyes as she stared into the sunset from above the cliff face. 'Hey, you ready to go?' 'Yeah......um yeah. Sure.' She turned around and faced me.