After i’m 17,

I’m gone,

maybe you’ll forget me,

did I not talk?

I didn’t feel fine.

I wanted her.

I was tierd.

Sick of taking people’s shit.

Of thinking about it.

The way people see me.

I think about what to pack,

I have months to wait.

Though i’m leaving you behind,

you wount leave my mind,

it’s not your fault,

i lived with constant fear,

don’t waste your tears.

Promise me not to,

waste your tears.

Just sit,

I’m biting my lip,

thinking about it all.

Just sit, babe.

I quit,

this live I’ve been given,

By default.

I want a new one,

But I feel sick,

and my bleeding lip,

Says so.

TV in the background,

surrounded by mess,

I don’t feel real.

I’ll just sit,

think it over,

untill my lip,

is in bloody tatters.

Let’s live like cats,

because we can,

on the streets,

in a city we don’t know.

It’s the danger,

attracting me.

I don’t want to work,

I don’t want to own a house,

I don’t care for law.

I want to find people,

to belong with,

And I want to leave here.

I’ve got all this weird emotion in me,

it changed when i asked you to dance.

I have all this blood flowing from me,

to never let you down.

Now there are shadows cast without perpose,

the sound of running water,

those days we would,

hardly speak,

we don’t sleep at night,

Lay between blankets and sheets,

silently crying for another being.

Now the water has turned to blood,

because we kept getting it wrong.

I was your prince,

untill you tore me away,

What does the word mean?

But one thing, liar

in coverd, a slave

How can we hear?

Soubt what we see.

Blind with images,

deaf with sounds.

Hiding.

We are not happening any longer.

You and I in the beautiful party,

for I have not smelled you yet,

dance in the light, Dawn of creatures,

For I am yet to taste you.

Light in my eyes, fear in my heart,

looking at my feet

smelling your hair, my head on your shoulder,

Let me bow to you.

And then take me away.

Lock me up,

forever, at the end.

I have but to fuck you, yet

lets get fucked,

but not for life,

for the thrill of being,

with you.

Can’t compare,

romantic suicides,

the traits all appear the

Same.

Wasted on souls,

energy in the air,

It smells so different here.

To keep it up, away from

You.

It all falls back, and more.

Take my drugs, my limbs, my heart.

Tear it all away,

and burn down the city.

Nothing, compares,

To you.

The shades of dust that made us

don’t mean a thing now.

A storm is coming,

To wipe us all out,

And we will cry.

The tears will make oceans,

I throw myself to you,

hidden in a dissaray of

the end of the world

There is nothing left.

We don’t mean a thing now,

all these words you said,

hidden, an armour.