The Tormented
Tell me how
Paralyze me...Like your thoughts do.
Morphine eyes...Gliding hands pon your tissue.
Bitter Wine...God's Cross was on Miscue.
Sweet dreams...Memories we both outgrew.
I forgive and forget.
All the pain for meeeee.
Like an Angel Struck down
With no one to seeeeeee.
Please oh please
Will you wait for meeeeee.
Or turn the Page over
Pretend this was a dreeeeeam.
Cause I can't wait longer
"Is This the final stringggggg?"
I'll tell you what
Once again... the story that we came to.
Found her in
Tight dress showin skin...Her dancing with this one dude.
Forget this shit
Going in...backslapped, maybe we should redo.
Made him mad
Throwin hands...Too drunk to land more than two.
Chin for chin
Loud again…sirens ringing, dip before we’re screwed
Cops raid
Hop the gate…life’s easier when you ain’t hiding from a pistol.
Your faded haze
We got away…But looks like you reused.
I met you when you had this issue
Not just once, twice you crying from your miscue's.
Three times maybe a bullet will make do.
It’s okay, just relax babe, I’ll calm down
The moment you ain’t around,
So how’s now? For going to the park at sundown?
No one awake in this town
To see what’s about to go down.
Oh wait maybe we should rethink before I freak out.
“This is all a big misunderstanding hon”
… “Dont call me hon. While you drive off
Get drunk. Grinding on their dicks, that’s what you call a family huh? That’s where you get your fun?”
I told you once before I’ve had enough
No more baggage dear , we’re through we’re done.
Maybe if you wouldn’t have had your fun.
Oh wait drugs may be the reason you’re messed up.
Partying hard ain’t the problem.
It’s the fuckin antidote to that Xanax you keep knockin.
But it’s okay, throw it out the gate
Remove the kids, home, and every meal I made.
Just for you to decide that it’s over cause you cant change.
Looks like it’s sundown time to check out the gun range.
Aim one two shot like it reframed, cocked back and once again. Take another to the chest.
Another to the brain.
Looks like little dear ended the same way.
That lead singer known as cobain.
Now I’m paralyzed cause I got a park, and a barrel
A couple of shells lying on ground, clean apparel.
Yet nothing sounds better than a bullet to my peril.
Maybe I was the crazy one who needed the bullet…
Oh well I guess this is a farewell.
“BLAUWWW”
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