Im to busy tearin into marriages
this heritage of sin
im wearing it
but aparently its big
to large for me to hold
2 trumps cards left to fold
its got to be 2 hearts of gold
its so hard to be apart in this dark hole
we like to call Camden
you look at me
as if i fuckin planed this
god i cant even try to stand this
when i got lost in her eyes
the whole world of insane pain vanishes
this dagger in my chest
this swelling behind my eyes
lving like this
will surely be our demise
it will surely lead to agony
behind every impossible cause
is the realm in which we dwell
as a broken watch in chaos
but why does the watch stop
so ungodly soon?
it was just thirty dirty minutes
after i got lost in thoughts with you
why was you and me
never ment to be
after you retreated at 9:30?
why did the stars not set us free?
why did you have to return to that demon
God, oh lord with no reason
behind why you change the seasons
why did you have to release him
on to this ghastly plain we live?
what leasson shall i learn from that gift?
for he who giveth shall taketh away
so now in this cave is wear i lay
right next to all of her misfortune
2 minutes of her aura was pure torture
its not me lord who i worry for
but its her, she deserves so much more
she deserves to be kissed
on her heavenly soft lips
she deserves sweet innocent nothings
whisperd in her ear
she deserves not, to live each day
in well placed fear
lord, why can i not stop
her every tear?
why can i not be her savior?
why can i not be her romeo?
why can i not just let her go?
she was immaculate like julet
but why must her Married name be Capulet?
why can i not just be
but a glove on her hand?
why am i so jealous of the way
the wind gets to touch her face?
ill tell you why i rant..
because that mother fucker gets to be with her..
and i cant.
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