Journal: Cold Case
-------------------------------------------Mood: Falling apart at the seams.
The seams, torn open by an internal bleed of
The heart, drying up as its contents spilled out
Over the now crowded side walk,
I guess I’ll be dying on a loss
Oh the irony that you’re my downfall
You’re like my very own blood clot.
Why can’t you see! That you’re killing me
I’m practically bleeding all over your feet.
I’m turning blue in the face; well just call me a cold case
A soon to be cold case.
The pressure, of gambling with all you’ve got
For the chance of catching the death of you, it’s called...
Love, it’s sometimes death in itself,
Picking it’s time, method and crime
It is no longer sublime
Handing you the noose to hang yourself.
Why can’t you see! That you’re killing me
I’m practically bleeding all over your feet.
I’m turning blue in the face;
Why can’t you see, you’re flat-lining me
I've got that continual beep.
Well just call me a cold case
A soon to be cold case.
Don’t be so in-denial
You’ve always had it in for me
Take a hit, my dying wish for you
Choose a side....before you die.
Why can’t you see! That you’re killing me
I’m practically bleeding all over your feet.
I’m turning blue in the face; well just call me a cold case
A soon to be cold case.
Why can’t you see, you’re flat-lining me
I’ve got that continual beep.
Well just call me a cold case
A soon to be cold case.
...Created 2009-11-05 17:43:24 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] |
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Yeah, I have :)
; I'm sure you would X'D
