shittykitty
Bluelighter
when the shadows crawl in the headlights , i think ive been staring too long
i dont even recognize my face anymore , but this mirrors been in pieces for months
the object of this deception has been me
i hate lying to myself to sleep at night , but its the only way to keep from holding my breath
just let this moment pass, theres not anything to hold
when i awake its never as bright as it used to be
and here in this world of greys and off-yellows i find comfort
the comfort to suffer,the lonliness to cry, and the sorrow to dread tomorrow
i ask myself if it could be better, would i even allow it
i dont even recognize my face anymore , but this mirrors been in pieces for months
the object of this deception has been me
i hate lying to myself to sleep at night , but its the only way to keep from holding my breath
just let this moment pass, theres not anything to hold
when i awake its never as bright as it used to be
and here in this world of greys and off-yellows i find comfort
the comfort to suffer,the lonliness to cry, and the sorrow to dread tomorrow
i ask myself if it could be better, would i even allow it
