George Sanderson
Shallow breaths the air is cold
My emotions take a hold
On what's left of my heart
Losing time in my head again
You relate we cant defend
Thoughts consume who we are
Our breath goes cold mind goes numb
Losing who we are what we want
Silent violent screams
petrified yet again
The point I am trying to make is that life can get real low
Dark thoughts can take their toll
They will try to tug and pull your heart
But I'll try to keep my head up high
And clear my brain of all this waste that you left in me
Your cold intentions and toxicity
Made my breath go cold mind go numb
I lost who I was what I wanted
And my silent screams couldnt help me at all
My mind still lined in chrimson velvet
My roulette revolver has one bullet
So I pull the trigger and hope my lucks not out
Music has always been an escape for me
Every word I write helps hide my screams
And I'll be okay
I needed an outlet so here it is
My emotions layed on canvases
My mind tattered and sore
I want to be so much more
But I'm petrified yet again
Silent violent screams for what we need
We may lose ourselves but we can be found again
My mind still lined in chrimson velvet
My roulette revolver has one bullet
So I pull the trigger once again and I still have a chance
Well I control my destiny
So shut the fuck up
I will be heard
I can make this right no fight or flight for you see
I'm no longer petrified my heart is warm
I wrote this poem but it's all of yours
We will all succeed we can do anything
We all are family
My emotions take a hold
On what's left of my heart
Losing time in my head again
You relate we cant defend
Thoughts consume who we are
Our breath goes cold mind goes numb
Losing who we are what we want
Silent violent screams
petrified yet again
The point I am trying to make is that life can get real low
Dark thoughts can take their toll
They will try to tug and pull your heart
But I'll try to keep my head up high
And clear my brain of all this waste that you left in me
Your cold intentions and toxicity
Made my breath go cold mind go numb
I lost who I was what I wanted
And my silent screams couldnt help me at all
My mind still lined in chrimson velvet
My roulette revolver has one bullet
So I pull the trigger and hope my lucks not out
Music has always been an escape for me
Every word I write helps hide my screams
And I'll be okay
I needed an outlet so here it is
My emotions layed on canvases
My mind tattered and sore
I want to be so much more
But I'm petrified yet again
Silent violent screams for what we need
We may lose ourselves but we can be found again
My mind still lined in chrimson velvet
My roulette revolver has one bullet
So I pull the trigger once again and I still have a chance
Well I control my destiny
So shut the fuck up
I will be heard
I can make this right no fight or flight for you see
I'm no longer petrified my heart is warm
I wrote this poem but it's all of yours
We will all succeed we can do anything
We all are family
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Writer(s): Matthew Hull
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