Ashley
Bluelight Crew
- Joined
- Jun 17, 2005
- Messages
- 1,000
Half Broken Perfection
Puddles of hatred tainted liquid, that are scattered
All around, on the city's concrete floor,
There walks a junkie, over there walks a whore,
Too many differences, bodies all with closed doors
I squirm amongst the persuing memories,
Of friends and relatives, those who are close to me,
But the gap that lies between them and I,
Is far too wide and cannot be seen,
With the naked eye
Please don't cry, you haven't lost the love of mine,
Though sometimes I feel as though I've lost my mind,
Picture this girl, just for a minute,
A painting of a person, so utterly perfect,
Then throw a dagger right through the canvas,
And what you have left is what stands before us.
Puddles of hatred tainted liquid, that are scattered
All around, on the city's concrete floor,
There walks a junkie, over there walks a whore,
Too many differences, bodies all with closed doors
I squirm amongst the persuing memories,
Of friends and relatives, those who are close to me,
But the gap that lies between them and I,
Is far too wide and cannot be seen,
With the naked eye
Please don't cry, you haven't lost the love of mine,
Though sometimes I feel as though I've lost my mind,
Picture this girl, just for a minute,
A painting of a person, so utterly perfect,
Then throw a dagger right through the canvas,
And what you have left is what stands before us.