"Muses come and go, Symbols always stay, you know."
I'm chopping wood for a bonfire. Throwing in all the creations, memories, and celebrations of a liar. And as I watch the flame grow, I'll stand there alone and know I'm better off letting you go.
I gave you what was left of my heart, And you tore it apart- Gave the shards back to me, and said, "Get me out of your head, Put yourself back together." You then asked me to embark on another endeavor. Break the mirror you say? Darling don't you know where I'm going Thursday?
Seven years, seven years bad luck could never compare To the seven months I've spent looking past the jeering fan fare.
I'll never again meet your demand, I don't expect you to understand. I've taken it all away, And what's left of me will slowly fade away.
Alucarda Incarnate · Tue Mar 09, 2010 @ 01:09am · 0 Comments |