My hands are broken from fighting this confusion.
The bleeding gashes on my knuckles remind me just to think I know what you'll never know.
Takes my breath away, and shatters all my hope.
And if you told me to close my eyes, and then you kissed me goodbye.
I don't think I'd ever want to open them again...
I dreamed about your kisses before I even knew you.
I want to glory, I just want to be forgotten.
I want to know my memory will die as my blood's shed.
Alone and shivering, vanquished by the toxic combination of this world and myself...
Alone here crying...
I wonder how many different pairs of shoes I've walked in these past few years in graveyards full of my rejection.
