Well I could have some pity,
but to be honest it's happening.
I don't care what you do today,
because it's not what you do it's what you say.
It drives me mad like a pack of bees,
swarming during a calmly peace,
forgetting how to act but at least,
you're still hovering over me.
No words,
no words,
can explain the way I'm sunk.
No worse,
no worse,
can be the state in which I am.
No words.
You were lost but you came around,
found your senses on the way down,
but it was too late and you were bound,
to live life in a nest every day.
Your bubble never had time to burst,
it hurts I know but it's not the worst.
You could always be in love with me,
and baby I'll tell you that's agony.
No words,
no words,
can explain the way I'm sunk.
No worse,
no worse,
can be the state in which I am.
No words.
(Ahhhh)
But in a state of sirens screaming,
and with the shrapnel of dreaming,
falling out of the sky.
You'll sit back as it goes by.
(Ohhhh)
But in the final days of rest,
before the challenge is at its best,
before it's too late.
You'll destroy what you can't create.
No words,
no words,
no words.
No words,
no words,
no words.
No words.
(Written while typing. Any thoughts?)