Friends from Strangers

Everything was quiet but the music
An abyss in his head it was somewhat therapeutic
The walls of his room heard his cry for help
No answer no one at the door he's gotta save his soul
Too bad he grew sick god rest his soul
The smile on your face kept me alive
We don't talk anymore what's the point god
I wanna end my life on a perfect day
Maybe Wednesday, maybe in another twenty
You left me empty at the entry of my mental frenzy
I got one foot in a fairytale
One foot in the sewers of my spine it's a living hell
Alone inside a church hearing prayers unanswered
Like my coins in a god forsaken wishing well
I shot the sheriff, sterile spit, this gone cause a riot
Synesthesia made his mind go quiet
Expect the part that always kept the music silent
Rose colored glasses turned your violence into my life
Violet sunsets brought a tear to my eye
Oh my my god don't die yet he pleaded
Why does love gotta be competitive, repetitive?
Why can't love be mutual, unusual?
Lovers turn to friends, slowly
Friends turn into strangers, lonely
Lovers turn to friends, slowly
Friends turn into strangers, lonely



Credits
Writer(s): Max Stireman
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