Tissue

It's a long one..

And I'm just saying, if it wasn't for all the praying, maybe we'd be saying.
Something a little different, then what's become apparent, just a simple appointment
With calm, unease.
So I'll just be waving, as our confidence is waning, in the presence of our ailing,
Stupid disease, that's crumbling all the knees, and swallowing all the keys, 
That lead to hearts.
So we're just hoping, that although we've been coping, something new is moping,
Around the corner, to get away from the coroner, to stop being such a loner,
From this hole.

Because you see, this entire place is empty.
And I felt it become this way, as I felt the ghost.
It left my heart, for so, many years, left the fear, took me away from here.
And I can hardly see. But I know, this entire place is failing.

You know I'm optimistic, but we're so unrealistic, it's becoming pessimistic, 
In the air, that leaves all our souls bare, the same that left you here,
With big, bad, me.
And you'll see it's a learning, as the gears keep turning, to fuel the burning,
Of everybody's love, we protected it for so long, but it's just not enough, 
To save us now.
So I think within a lifetime, I've found the lifeline, and destroyed it with my mind.
To free us all from prison, we'll learn a hard lesson, and be left guessing
In the end.

Because you see, this entire place is empty.
And I felt it become this way, as I felt the ghost.
It left my heart, for so, many years, left the fear, took me away from here.
And I can hardly see. But I know, this entire place is failing.

Please, take care of this, for me.
Because you see, I cannot see, anymore.
Please, take care of her, for me.
Because I'm losing what I valued more than anything.

It was some tissue, but it became quite an issue, for love, my dear.
So I'll write this goodbye, and I'll wipe my eyes, and I feel sincere.
Because I chose something better.
So I'll write a farewell letter.
And it'll reach her in the end.

Because I cannot see, a foot in front of me, and I fear the world is blind.
But ignorance is bliss, and that's quite hard to miss, without being blind.
So I'll pack away my eyes, as they only tell me lies, and I'm satisfied.