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The light of dawn
Marks another day
Slipping through my fingertips
Neverending time
Forms a constant rhyme
With every beat that my heart
Skips
As if I was just
A moment in eternity
Inconsequential
Dismissed and forgotten
What if all we've built crumbles like
A castle made of sand
Making its last stand
Against a tidal wave?
What if I live tomorrow?
Can't help but feel like a two-year stand
While waking up the next morning with bad breath
And a hangover
From being drunk on confusion
High on illusion
Compulsively disordered
This is my freezer
Where I keep my memories on ice
Until they are placed in the microwave
and I hit
Defrost
What if all our dreams are stolen like
Candy from a baby?
So easy, but maybe
So hard on the heart
What if I live tomorrow?
For the longest time
Every morning I've paid
Tribute to my torment
In my own flesh and blood
Given a piece of my sanity
My soul
Myself
Just to keep breathing
But not anymore
I denounce my pain
What if all our hopes are murdered like
A cripple in their bed?
Even if already half-dead
You'd wonder which is better
What if I live
tomorrow?
What if I fucking live tomorrow...
I've held that castle
That castle made of sand
Against tidal waves and storms
With my own bare hands
Marks another day
Slipping through my fingertips
Neverending time
Forms a constant rhyme
With every beat that my heart
Skips
As if I was just
A moment in eternity
Inconsequential
Dismissed and forgotten
What if all we've built crumbles like
A castle made of sand
Making its last stand
Against a tidal wave?
What if I live tomorrow?
Can't help but feel like a two-year stand
While waking up the next morning with bad breath
And a hangover
From being drunk on confusion
High on illusion
Compulsively disordered
This is my freezer
Where I keep my memories on ice
Until they are placed in the microwave
and I hit
Defrost
What if all our dreams are stolen like
Candy from a baby?
So easy, but maybe
So hard on the heart
What if I live tomorrow?
For the longest time
Every morning I've paid
Tribute to my torment
In my own flesh and blood
Given a piece of my sanity
My soul
Myself
Just to keep breathing
But not anymore
I denounce my pain
What if all our hopes are murdered like
A cripple in their bed?
Even if already half-dead
You'd wonder which is better
What if I live
tomorrow?
What if I fucking live tomorrow...
I've held that castle
That castle made of sand
Against tidal waves and storms
With my own bare hands
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It's deep and depressing........I love it...............