Your done suffering but its not too late... Fuck that... You think your done suffering, but then
you turn around and its the only thing you can see. Its not a painting that you can physically grip
or grab around the corners an smile as it begins to rip. If we control ourselves why do we live in
such hell? why do we hurt, why do we break, why do we punish ourselves? Well the only thing
i can really believe in is infinity.
And if you could read my mind, what do you think you'd fucking find, what do you think you'd fucking find?
And if you had the time would you ever fix your crimes?.. that you committed to me oh so many times.
You wont even give selflessness a try, yet your always down for a ride.
You will never cross the line that iv drawn between us. It blends in way too well for your ignorant ass
to even see it, but if you happen to stumble across my expectations for you would pop, my insanity
would surface and severely fucking throw you off.. yet your always back in my life.
And if you could read my mind, what do you think you'd fucking find, what do you think you'd fucking find?
And if you had the time. Would you ever fix your crimes.. that you committed to me oh so many times.
You wont even give selflessness a try, yet your always down for a ride.
yeah your down for a ride when you cant even pay the toll. You call me up, explain yourself, you say your
stuck in a hole. You expect me to pull you out, you expect me to pull your weight. I tried before and you just
made me suffocate. Now ill stand by as you begin to cry... it phases me not, im done with your lies.....