Empty WordsEmpty WordsEmpty Words
Empty words from a broken soul I want to be real I want to be whole Tired of this part I make myself play It's harder to hide each and every day I want to be more than a hollow lifeless shell I want to go back to the point where I fell, and pick myself up and start over again, forgetting my guilt, regretting my sin, Trapped in my mind, I can't set myself free, I am my only and worst enemy, it's the scars that tell me I know how to feel, reminding me of a past that's too real, and so I cry myself to sleep, to escape the real that's mine to ke
Liquid RosesLiquid RosesLiquid Roses
I only shed these crimson tears, to help me wash away my fears, when I hurt, I need the stain, to make me real, to ease the pain, my own liquid roses bloom, late at night, inside my room, I write my pain upon myself, a cryptic way to cry for help, To deal with hurt, I wear my shame, I hang my head, I hide my pain, my liquid roses bloom and die, I plant the seeds instead of cry.
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