Touched
You live your life on sad pathetic morals
Whilst grasping your knife using it to solve quarrels
Why can't you, why won't you admit that you're a fake ?
Why can't you, why won't you see these hearts ache ?
Touched... you'll say that I am too,
So much of what you say is true.
The razors and the dying roses plead;
I won't leave you alone with demi-gods and hungry ghosts
God knows I'm not at home.
I look into your eyes and I see a world that does not exist
I look through your forehead and I see a world I wish I was in
Take another walk out of your fake world
Please put all the drugs out of your hand
You'll see that you can breath without no back up
and that the same blood runs in every hand.
Whilst grasping your knife using it to solve quarrels
Why can't you, why won't you admit that you're a fake ?
Why can't you, why won't you see these hearts ache ?
Touched... you'll say that I am too,
So much of what you say is true.
The razors and the dying roses plead;
I won't leave you alone with demi-gods and hungry ghosts
God knows I'm not at home.
I look into your eyes and I see a world that does not exist
I look through your forehead and I see a world I wish I was in
Take another walk out of your fake world
Please put all the drugs out of your hand
You'll see that you can breath without no back up
and that the same blood runs in every hand.
posted by Jean Nasr at 7:34 AM
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