To a certain someone!
In the room, on the red wall hang Rosalyn, and the scent
from the petals of the flowers fills the room but you are not here.
On the velvet sofa
as the dreams that turned to ashes
quietly I watch a local movie. The reason to laugh is seeing you on screen.
The moon-shaped lamp still shines red.
Goodbye ..... My to my dearest Vivian-scented girl.
The decoration of perfumes in the sink,
the black and white picture cries.
What you see is everything
and there's no reason to that.
Cut down your discomfort wings.
It's dyeing on you.
Cut down your discomfort wings.
To a tomorrow that can't be reached.
Children sing the church choir
at the newly built church. Whenever I walk past it, my heart screams.
There's no forgetting
the Past, the Present, or the Future.
Will only the believers be led to salvation? That's stupid.
Why can't we be perfect?
Why can't it be?
The merry go round that goes around and around and around
has dried you up.
I hold in my sweaty hand, a picture of you
and an ice pick.
Cut down your discomfort wings.
Be freer.
Cut down your discomfort wings.
But keep the door closed.
Side note: This is fucking LiveJournal, why isnt there an Angsty mood?