Wrote the same words
Used the same metaphors
I cannot afford
to drown where I did before
Got too much to say
And too many fiends to slay
It's pointless.
It's pointless.
It's crawling in again
All the flowers and the stems
And my throat is sore for
I sing too much and
Feel too much and
Am too much
this feels too real
this feels too real.
Am I ready to break for a smile?
Am I ready to die for a while?
Please kill me with kindness
And don't look after my scars
I want them, I wear them
Don't leave me alone to cry
And it makes no sense again
And I'm losing sight again
Of my roots, of my home
Hell, where did the rimes all go?
Gone with a hopeful concept
Gone with a million broken eyes
And gone with the crumbling fact that
Words don't die.
Words don't die.
Words don't die.
No dreams left to cry and
Words don't die.
For what is you and I if
Words don't die?
Words don't die?
Don't die?
Don't die.
Please don't die.
