If you clean up the rust And wipe off the dust, I just might shine again. But not today. If you throw out the drugs And mop up the blood, I just might live again. But not today. If you open my veins And cause me some pain I just might feel again. But not today. If you unload the gun And let in the sun I just might breathe again. But not today. Look me in the eye. Just lay down and die. You've made me smile again.
Bleeding Apocalypse · Thu Apr 07, 2005 @ 07:10pm · 0 Comments |