Swallow these pearls. They surround the lives of the walking. As they burst in your mouth. Remember to breathe. They surround the lives of the walking.
I sometimes wonder about myself. Couldn't I just be making this all up as I go along?. Though I feel alone at times shouldn't I feel like I belong?. I imagine myself to be who I want to be.
Like the firm decision to bring forth axe to head. I want this winged metal to go down, to go down. Unfortunately for the ones I'm with I won't stop wishing, hoping, believing.
Look in your hair, young love. I have left you a present you will not find unless you look. I have left a part of me there. Don't be surprised when I end up never leaving again.
So now you're gonna change everything. How expected and unoriginal of you?. Now that everything is crumbling and not falling for your words. You found the glue asked for not long ago.
Living with a lack of light, things slip, things slip. Things I know very much to be real. In here I feel at rest, the insides of my eyelids tell me so.
I've lived my life without direction. Holding on to a gift given long ago. Because of this I'll pay for my mistakes. The rest of my life, the rest of my life.
Go to sleep, go to sleep. I'm hardly what I make myself out to be. I know what happens when I'm alone. . Go to sleep, go to sleep. The cowering and whimpering of a weak willed son.