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Creative Endeavors / I Bleed You
« on: January 08, 2004, 08:24:54 pm »
And I'm gone,
Melting in the Summer sun.
Wishing Winter would have come,
To save me.
I can't go on without you.
Stabbed in my heart,
With a bleak memory,
Damaging . . . Or losing all my senses.
The pull of confusion tore us apart.
Tear me apart.
Tear me in forths,
Because I'm not whole . . .
Your half, disconnected.
The I am thrown down and rejected . . . By you.
My half, My half,
My half of life to love, and hold.
And maybe . . . Maybe I'll carry on.
Our windows are rolled down.
My life was thrown down.
Summer is coming.
Fuck, Summer has come.
Lovers are dying,
And Merry . . . Merry fucking Christmas.
I remember when I fell in love with you.
I miss the feeling,
Of feeling.
I miss the taste of being in love.
And I, I've tried to avoid you,
But I can't take it.
Being without you,
I won't make it.
Because I can't breathe.
The windows are up and we keep crashing.
Crashing like your heart . . . Into my body,
And my soul.
I just want you to stay with me.
But Summer has passed,
Lovers are dying, and I'm not whole.
Melting in the Summer sun.
Wishing Winter would have come,
To save me.
I can't go on without you.
Stabbed in my heart,
With a bleak memory,
Damaging . . . Or losing all my senses.
The pull of confusion tore us apart.
Tear me apart.
Tear me in forths,
Because I'm not whole . . .
Your half, disconnected.
The I am thrown down and rejected . . . By you.
My half, My half,
My half of life to love, and hold.
And maybe . . . Maybe I'll carry on.
Our windows are rolled down.
My life was thrown down.
Summer is coming.
Fuck, Summer has come.
Lovers are dying,
And Merry . . . Merry fucking Christmas.
I remember when I fell in love with you.
I miss the feeling,
Of feeling.
I miss the taste of being in love.
And I, I've tried to avoid you,
But I can't take it.
Being without you,
I won't make it.
Because I can't breathe.
The windows are up and we keep crashing.
Crashing like your heart . . . Into my body,
And my soul.
I just want you to stay with me.
But Summer has passed,
Lovers are dying, and I'm not whole.





