Jump to User:

myOtaku.com: gothicserenity


Monday, January 2, 2006


I walked into your room
So many memories
Why had you said go away?
Why had I listened?

I should have noticed when you began to fall

I wish I could have sewn your world up
Repaired the holes where your fist made it break
What good is a friend when there not here at the end?
What good am I when I couldn’t see through your lies?

I’m wound up now
As I look through your drawers
I know there’s something here
…There’s gotta be
You have to explain to me
Why you did what you did

I wish I could have sewn your world up
Repaired the holes where your fist made it break
What good is a friend when there not here at the end?
What good am I when I couldn’t see through your lies?

I’m falling in your eyes
But it’s just a picture
I’m drowning in your smile
But it’s fake and pasted on
I’m rapped up in your stories
Believing all your lies
I’ve fucked up everything
But you’ve crossed the line

What good is a friend when there not here at the end?
What good am I when I couldn’t see through your lies?

Do you want me to say that I love you?
That I need you now that you’re gone?
Do you want me to jump out a window,
Only to follow you down to the ground?
I’ll say that I care; that sometimes I want you near
But I wont admit to my self that your all my heart hears
I wont shout out your name and feel it bounce of the walls
I’ve lost everything once along time ago
And this time around…it’s not worth the fall

What good was I when all I told you was lies?
What good was I as a friend when I was the one…
…Who brought you the end?

Comments (1)

« Home