the day was long and dreary
you have left me weary
my eyes are often teary
so let me say one last thing...
i take back everything I've said
NIGHTMARE:
my dream
fear that i fight
a nightmare
LOVE FRUIT:
in spring the plum, ripe
fall, then it falls from the tree
love does the same thing
like an overly ripe plum fruit...
nether the fruit, nor love, lasts
Dreamer:
i used to be a dreamer.
but i noticed something...
all the dreamers end up...
with a broken heart.
Roses are rose:
roses are rose,
what ever color they may be.
violets are violet,
can't we agree?
The day that i die:
the best day of my life
will be the day i leave this world
and never return
never come back.
The past bites:
i'd like to forget
what i've been through.
and what my life's been like.
i'd like to see a light at the end of the tunnel...
but every time i forget...
the past jumps back in front of me.
The cellar is quite, cool, dry.
The pain inside, the hate and anger, all hidden
From mortal eyes they are forbidden
Locked away in a big gray room
Kept under lock and key
Hidden away...
Until this day
The floor shakes
The earth quakes
The bottles fall,
The glass brakes
Broken bottles, empty
Shattered all around me
The hate, pain, and the anger flood the room
And i'm right in the middle
Then the bottles
Oh, the busted, broken bottles
They will refill and be replaced
With more and more...and more
More hate, pain...more anger and rage
Waiting...Waiting for the next big quake.
The pain inside, the hate and anger, all hidden
From mortal eyes they are forbidden
Locked away in a big gray room
Kept under lock and key
Hidden away...
Until this day
The floor shakes
The earth quakes
The bottles fall,
The glass brakes
Broken bottles, empty
Shattered all around me
The hate, pain, and the anger flood the room
And i'm right in the middle
Then the bottles
Oh, the busted, broken bottles
They will refill and be replaced
With more and more...and more
More hate, pain...more anger and rage
Waiting...Waiting for the next big quake.
