i'm heartless
i want to understand your position, you dont even know what that is
i'm push pins
i'm sorry
every once in a while i break open and pour out onto the floor
you'd leave me lieing there to leave you with clean hands
im dieing here end
your wanting me
tattered envy is not love
if of our parting
i may once again leave the drops of this upon YOUR skin
i will look down upon my OWN flesh
to find the change in it
rampant whispers
when did i last see your face upon my shy skin sin
i think i may lose touch soon
its not you im just a little gone
you had to see i want you so much more
as i fall off track you can be sure i kept directions
no map can guide me home this time so easily
my hands are sore from healing you
im wasted i want
i feel this eating away the core of me there may be nothing left
your the door i fell into and now I've locked myself
i lose my grasp on everything to keep you here
you can't answer this
im not asking you to fix it all now
i realize your not all there either
can we just call it close and make a run for it
end this pain,lend me your crimson words, there far to dear to waste
the progress has ceased to spend, and ate the heart of it
there is nothing now to make of it its far too late
its okay to hang up on me because I have no feelings just yours
its not impoartant because i ramble on
i should have known you were to caught up on you
to realize after all i have done to stay on the line
I'm glad she's distant or this would be the death of her
i think i may lose touch soon
its not you im just a little gone
i want to know you mean everything
as i fall of track i will dream the line of dead have been sorted
into respective color coded rooms of sterile chosen