Graves We Dig For Our....

you decide who its for

Lately I've been thinking about

What it's like to dream

Without having to scream

"Think he's dead" they shout

But all I hear is what you say

Because in what you say I feel safe

But to feel

And to be

Are to completly diffrent things

So why dont you tell me

What you're going to do

I would rather die a quarter till two

Then to live without you

Will you tell me when all of your dreams come true

So I can stand over you

And slit your wrist to make streams

Streams that turn to Oceans

These are your words, your lines, your emotions

Well I've stored them all in this valintines

I've read your eyes at least a hundred times

I'm crossing out the smiles

Crossing out the dreams

Crossing out the lies

Crossing out the sun light

Crossing out the drunken fights

Crossing out the trueth

I'm crossing out everthing, Everthing besides you