Empty Hospital Bed
My heart’s as empty as your hospital bed. I’m not talking to you because I’m trying to reach myself. I’m just another statistic; you’re just another kid at the funeral.
Reality is an illusion; our lives are but thoughts. Who is thinking this cruel world? Bind their hands, slit their throats. Simply so they can’t write, the oxygen will never again reach their mind.
I’ve been holding onto the edge of that cliff for too long. It’s time to let go.
I’m more than half way to being half way there, the rain is holding tight onto the curtains. Close the window, shut me out, I can almost hear the voices of unreason.
You’re the only star in the sky. But hold on to that dream, for the night is young. They’ll be with you again soon, and you won’t be alone. But until then, I’m happy for you’re all mine.
It’s pouring now, can’t you see it? The purity of white washed away. My war paint is growing older and cracked now on my face. Leaving home is just the style, but not for me anymore.
I’ve been holding onto the edge of that cliff for too long. It’s time to let go.
I’m more than half way to being half way there, the rain is holding tight onto the curtains. Close the window, shut me out, I can almost hear the voices of unreason.
Reality is an illusion; our lives are but thoughts. Who is thinking this cruel world? Bind their hands, slit their throats. Simply so they can’t write, the oxygen will never again reach their mind.
I’ve been holding onto the edge of that cliff for too long. It’s time to let go.
I’m more than half way to being half way there, the rain is holding tight onto the curtains. Close the window, shut me out, I can almost hear the voices of unreason.
You’re the only star in the sky. But hold on to that dream, for the night is young. They’ll be with you again soon, and you won’t be alone. But until then, I’m happy for you’re all mine.
It’s pouring now, can’t you see it? The purity of white washed away. My war paint is growing older and cracked now on my face. Leaving home is just the style, but not for me anymore.
I’ve been holding onto the edge of that cliff for too long. It’s time to let go.
I’m more than half way to being half way there, the rain is holding tight onto the curtains. Close the window, shut me out, I can almost hear the voices of unreason.