Thursday, March 8, 2007

When Die-monds Fall From The Sky

Lay back, baby.
Relax your mind.
Though, sleep never comes to your eyes.
Can you feel the pulse,
The pulse of my wrist?
Hell, the world already knows,
How you left me like this.

I am the obsessed.
You are the obsessor.
Dreams are for beleivers.
And I can't beleive...

Emotions running high.
Like late night in the basement.
Lips quiver, hearts break.
How many pills should I take?
My prescription's expired.
How could you know?
Faux affection.
Good intention.
That's not a crack through a muscle.
That's a break in my heart.

Teardrops fall.
One by one.
Have you been counting?
I have.
This is how I pass my time.
Repeating all of your clever lines.
Over and over,
You take over my mind.

What's sympathy among enemies?
Hell, what's a hug between friends?
When your compassion is false.
All you ever wanted was a good night reaction.
Well, I'll tell you,
I can't see any stars in your eyes.
There filled with die-monds.
Baby, die-monds.

My eyes are lined with black.
You wonder, 'what is that?'
The charcoal makes me seem ob-scene.
But baby, why do you care?
You won't stare into the eyes,
Of your lower-class lover.
And I can't help but wonder...
Why not me, but another?

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