letra de old calendars - woozles
old calendars from years past
still hang in my room
telling me of the past times
the good, the bad, and the true
when i look at you i wistfully hope
that i see my own future; our future
and see the pain in your history
written in the lines of your face
but the roaring cacophony inside my mind
dies down to a murmur of clarity
when i look in your eyes
even though i know it’s all wrong
are we both so lonely, so distant
that if i were to brush the back of my hand
gently against your face
neither of us would feel it?
i put on a charade of energy each day
like a clown puts on his makeup:
with a deep sigh and a master hand
which grows shakier each coming night
i am a hollow boy
like a tree rotting from the inside out
but still clinging tenaciously to life
stretching ever upward towards the sun
you are my sun
letras aleatórias
- letra de immoral stain - immolation
- letra de mclareny - the quicke
- letra de laserbeam eyes - uncle dox
- letra de mi lindo ranchito - mariano barba
- letra de old man jenkins hits a fortnite - halloweenroad
- letra de lades - allame
- letra de пропасть (abyss) - горный (gornyy)
- letra de cuadro - tu suerte
- letra de nope, toes - oribloom
- letra de sleep tight - upchurch