if i gave you pretty enough words, could you paint a picture of us that works, an emphasis on function, rather than design, aren't you tired, cause i will carry you, on a broken back with blown out knees, i have been here for a while, AREN'T YOU TIRED OF BEING WEAK??? SUCH RAGE THAT YOU COULD SCREAM, THE STARS RIGHT OUT OF THE SKY, AND DESTROY THE PRETTIEST STARRY NIGHT, EVERY EVENING THAT I DIE.. alone i am exhumed, just a little less human, so much more bitter and cold, after all these images of pain, have cut right thru you, i will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone, then i'll show you that place in my chest where my heart, still tries to beat, AREN'T YOU TIRED OF BEING WEAK??? SUCH RAGE THAT YOU COULD SCREAM, THE STARS RIGHT OUT OF THE SKY, AND DESTROY THE PRETTIEST STARRY NIGHT, EVERY EVENING THAT I DIE.. Live! Love! Burn! Die!
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i am the walking dead heart breaker, my apologies, i'm happy, you'll never understand, whats it's like to be, trapped under six feet of, solid glass, i can see out but no one gets in screaming at this prison, i've locked my self into, i'm sorry that i'm still breathing and that i'll kill again, the lonliness is too much for me to handle, but the taste of fresh blood, pushes me on, THE FEAR OF ROMANCE, THE PAIN OF LIVING, THE JOY OF SORROW, THE STRENGTH OF NOT FORGIVING. i told myself, the constant pain would ease the tension burning inside, but the nights were cold and the days dragged to weeks, i will die here alone, i will die... god help me out, i'm so tired, but in my dreams the wolves eat out my soul, god help me out, im so frightend, but in my dreams, the wolves tear out my heart.... I USED TO BE GOLDEN, A SAINT IN TIME OF SORROW, BUT THEN THE TURNING CAME, AND I KISSED THE SUN GOODBYE, DON'T YOU GET IT??? IT'S ALWAYS DARKER IN MY EYES, THE SCREAMS OF MY BROTHERS EGGING ME ON.