My Shell
Have I spirited away your youthfulness?
Have I ingurgitated your sanctity?
Pending doubts
Withhold the light shed needed
To bleed this turn of events
In a profusion of selfish, thoughtless actions
How can you still look into these eyes?
Sadistic little eyes
Provide the shelter for every single lie
And things I wish I'd never had said
The words cannot return to poisoned lips
The force exerted that must never be allowed to resurface
I'm on the receiving end of Karma's guns
I'm paying the price with my life, my love
This tap, tap, tapping of ballpoint on parchment
Accompanied by a feeling always left unto my name
Isolation unfailing devils in me
Forgotten promise
Unfulfilled wishes
Obsessing myself with the little decorations of love
All the petty little things that only satisfy the now
Although once I was your Sun
Now, just a speck in the sky
No one cares, no one noticed
Not even so much as a smile
Not even so much as a smile
Now I'm martyred, marooned in my own room
Impending doom of us
Developed a complex
Developed a self-fulfilling prophecy
All the while making up none of the difference
Chicken-scratch, scratch the bedpost as we're three more til the drawer
All these walls still stand here as four as your pictures grace their surface
Frozen space
Their purpose fulfilled
Running, running
Still no sign of our finish line
We have branched off on two separate routes
We've abandoned our roots while nobody was looking
Running to what was the end?
I found a mistress in misfortune
More than an acquaintance, if you will
Paying homage to the dead
As I bask in the forlorn of this eventide
As you run into the first flush of morning
Holding vitality within your hands
As I grasp this fire within mine
Paying homage to the dead as I bask in the forlorn of this eventide
As you run into the first flush of morning
Holding vitality
Have I ingurgitated your sanctity?
Pending doubts
Withhold the light shed needed
To bleed this turn of events
In a profusion of selfish, thoughtless actions
How can you still look into these eyes?
Sadistic little eyes
Provide the shelter for every single lie
And things I wish I'd never had said
The words cannot return to poisoned lips
The force exerted that must never be allowed to resurface
I'm on the receiving end of Karma's guns
I'm paying the price with my life, my love
This tap, tap, tapping of ballpoint on parchment
Accompanied by a feeling always left unto my name
Isolation unfailing devils in me
Forgotten promise
Unfulfilled wishes
Obsessing myself with the little decorations of love
All the petty little things that only satisfy the now
Although once I was your Sun
Now, just a speck in the sky
No one cares, no one noticed
Not even so much as a smile
Not even so much as a smile
Now I'm martyred, marooned in my own room
Impending doom of us
Developed a complex
Developed a self-fulfilling prophecy
All the while making up none of the difference
Chicken-scratch, scratch the bedpost as we're three more til the drawer
All these walls still stand here as four as your pictures grace their surface
Frozen space
Their purpose fulfilled
Running, running
Still no sign of our finish line
We have branched off on two separate routes
We've abandoned our roots while nobody was looking
Running to what was the end?
I found a mistress in misfortune
More than an acquaintance, if you will
Paying homage to the dead
As I bask in the forlorn of this eventide
As you run into the first flush of morning
Holding vitality within your hands
As I grasp this fire within mine
Paying homage to the dead as I bask in the forlorn of this eventide
As you run into the first flush of morning
Holding vitality
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Writer(s): William Lawson
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