How to create a diversion
I lost and was amazed
Of how you tricked my foolish heart.
Deceit and then betrayal
You kissed and left me, in the dark.
But did you know, precocious thief,
That truth may alter you
For the wisdom of choice
Goes far too deep
Than clever words untrue.
The quest you took, my dear defeat,
Will question in the end
How vain a soul must
Pain repeat
And on its bliss depend.
I laughed and walked among
Your precious lanes with fiery sparks,
But I felt it all along-
You’d kiss and leave me, in the dark.
Glistening streams silently fall,
Upon broken shards of suffering.
The glass shards pierce my fragile mind,
And blood drips down my quavering hands.
My cries are so silent but shrill,
Yet no one detects my misery.
I beg and plead for someone’s help,
But they all ignore my eerie sobs.
Nothing but the rain touches me;
It can only wash the blood away;
I will always feel this damned pain.
But I will mask it with some façade.
Don’t worry about me right now,
These tears will dry and I’ll be okay.
It’s just another mental fight,
And it will all end soon enough.
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a bunch of blue berries hanging from a tree
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the dark loneliness
the empty feeling
the pain
the suffering
wanting to say bye
but not being able to
the silence of death would suck
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I'll run away when I'm 17
My future, I've already seen
I see you and some grief
Lets grow old on the western coast
You is what I've always needed most
These times have got the best of you
CHORUS: I've grown so cold
Goodbye to pain, goodbye to love
I've lost all the feeling
This sea-salt air has overtaken my soul
Let it overtake you too
I've won all the wars that I need
And kept promises that I could keep
So this time, I have to leave
I'm dreaming, I can't fall asleep
My minds on fire
I lay restless, and tired
Have you ever imagined a new life
It's your choice, you have a second time
I hope you think more then just twice
CHORUS x 2
All of this is left unreal
Written down as a failure I feel
I made my move, I went in for the kill
I'm left bloody, and wide-open
My tears are leaving my eyes out of focus
We could live life the way we want
Goodbye, I'm sorry I've been so blunt
CHORUS x 2
I'll run away when I'm 17
I'll leave you when I'm 17
CHORUS x 1