Lip Gloss and Black - Atreyu - Suicide Notes and Butterfly Kisses

If I gave you pretty enough words,

can you paint a picture of us that works?

an emphisis on function, rather than design,

Arent you tired?

Cuz I'll carry you,

On a borken back and blown out knees,

I have been where you are,

for a while...



Aren't you tired of being weak?

Such rage that you scream,

All the stars right out of the cry,

And I destory the prettiest starry night,

Every evening that I die,



I am exhumed,

just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold!



I am exhumed,

just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold!



I am exhumed,

just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold!



I am exhumed,

just a little less human...



After all these images of pain have cut right through you,

I will kiss scare,

And wheep you are not alone,

Then I'll show you the place,

In my chest, where my heart still tries to beat,

IT STILL TRIES TO BEAT!



Aren't you tired of being weak?

Such rage that you scream,

All the stars right out of the cry,

And I destory the prettiest starry night,

Every evening that I die!



Live!

Love!

Burn!

Die!



Live!

Love!

Burn!

Die!



Live!

Love!

Burn!

Die!



Live!

Love!

Burn!

...Die!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

How I feel everyday...

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