Besedila: Windsor Drive. Snowing In July. Like So Many Times Before.

Perplexed and broken.
I sit alone.
Monolithic words.
In perfect tone.
Cascading thoughts.
Without a trace.
Like drying tears.
Upon my face.

I?ve heard a million times.
How we were meant to be.
But now you draw the line.
And try to hurt me.

Pain is beautiful.
If you?re losing you're mind.
Lust is visible.
Unless you're color blind.
Death is bittersweet.
Taste the weeping rose.
Life is nothing short.
Of moments where death is close.

Your face never.
Really seems to.
Show up in my fairytale dreams.
Presuming notions.
Ride away to.
A place I just cannot stay.

I?ve heard a million times.
How we were meant to be.
But now you draw the line.
And try to hurt me.

Pain is beautiful.
If you?re losing you're mind.
Lust is visible.
Unless you're color blind.
Death is bittersweet.
Taste the weeping rose.
Life is nothing short.
Of moments where death is close