i pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet.
Short Stories With Tragic Endings
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
The look stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness,
the one thing that I cannot give.
(Did you ever see that one person
and the way they do these things
and it hurts you so much it's like choking choking choking
down the embers)
I can give you freedom from your guilt,
with a flick of my wrist onto yours.
I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile.
I can give you death with the look upon my face.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss and no regrets;
you don't deserve good bye.
This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss and no good bye.
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.
With a short story, the one you add to daily, you are the tragic loss.
No story book ending for this fairy tale of you.
Just the one composed with blood taken from your pen that you hold in your
lifeless hand.
Cry for you. Shed tears. Mourn. Wish the end.
Cry for you. Shed tears. Mourn. Wish the end.
(Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person,
and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
You let this one person come down in the most perfect moment.
And it breaks my heart to know the only reason you are here now is
A reminder of what I'll never have
I'll never have... I'll never...
Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in.
But this table for one has become bearable.
I now take comfort in this, and for this, I cherish you.
Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person
and the subtle way that they do these things and it hurts so much?
So much like choking down the embers of a great blaze.
It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions
and to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds.
And you let this one person come down, come down.
I cherish you...I cherish you.
Just say you would do the same for me.
Just say you would do the same for me.
Say you would do the same...
Just say you would do the same for me.
For as much as I love Autumn,
I'm giving myself to Ashes.)
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"The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes:"
I'm holding out and I'm holding on to every letter and every grudge.
I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet.
Are you through with me?
When it all goes to hell, will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face.
I'm all ears and I'm all scars to hear you tell me
"Boy's like you try too hard to look not quite as desperate".
I'm hanging on. But i still know the way to make your makeup run.
Take this to your grave and I'll take it to mine.
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"A Song For A Broken Heart"
Take this for what it's worth
This song, my smile
Now take this for what it's worth
This song, my smile
Smile
I write to you from hell my song, leaving the foot against the gas
And the wall that must have said your name
Weaken me, for nothing you can say can stop this now
Would a noose replace his lips?
(Would a noose replace)
Can a song replace a broken heart?
Now can a song replace broken love?
No
On the beach, I remind myself
That holding hands is so powerless
Tonight, I don't even have the stars
To hold onto
(To hold onto)
Paint
Paint this red
Paint this red
Yeah, paint this red
Paint
I'll paint this red
I'll paint this red
Paint this red
Her picture will remain unbroken, she cries tonight,
"I fall in love"
(I fall in love)
Wipe each tear away
With sandpaper
Tonight, I'm not alone
And I just wanna get your fucking voice out of my head
Can a song replace a broken heart?
Now can a song replace broken love?
No
Fall within the paint
Won't you fall within the break?
Why won't you fall?
Why won't you fall
On the paint?
On the beach, I remind myself
That holding hands is so powerless
Tonight, I don't even have the stars
To hold onto
(To hold onto)
Can a song replace broken love?
Now can a song replace a broken heart?
No
No
No
No