Can you catch a bright young flame who can run much faster than you Can you watch your burnt out life and still stay in control of you Can you say your final prayers in the dawn of a crazy mess Can you help yourself to love - why cant you see you've made a mess of yourself Will you keep this youthful stance in the dawn of your ageing self Will you see tomorrows fools are the only ones you'll ever impress Will you cry when those who care have enough of this pathetic digress Will you learn that losing yourself is a fucking waster of time and stress You speak of the innocent You speak of things from wasted dreams You speak in riddles of plaintive schemes You cry you bawl you hit you scream You blame it all on everyone you cannot understand how you feel as strong as you do feel on no feel circumstance Have you seen a light in black in the depression and the doom Have you held a bright young flame and let it go before it burnt you Have you learnt to hate the world and begged so hard to leave Have you learnt yet pain is good and the only way you'll ever believe by Kassariana | |||
