Post by Laura on Nov 1, 2005 15:16:05 GMT -6
a/n: sorry for the missing capitalization ... I like it better without.
She's Getting Married
i don't mean to be the bruise, the thorn attaching to your sweater as you pass by your roses, but i'm experiencing guilt i've never felt before
maybe it's the wine settling in but i'm getting sweetened. all the thoughts i used to abuse because i could and now i'm beginning to think it was all a mistake
i will be the needle that sews your pretty laces to the bottom of the dress ... as long as you prick me first. i deserve more than a slap in the face to be standing here
i don't believe in myself anymore. i don't believe in god and i don't believe in forgiveness for it has passed me by so many times. have i come this far to fall?
does my darkness rain on your parade like crippled hands on that corpse that was once mine
lying there, i wonder if i deserve to be alive
i don't mean to be the dust, the unsettling sand in your eyes as you spread your wings just before you dive, but i'm frustrated beyond words
maybe it's my sadness bringing out my remorseful side or maybe i'm just destined to apologize. you brought out the best in me, i shoved it off my plate for the dog to eat
i didn't want your charity but i gladly smeared a smile off your face, now i wonder if should be erased from this plain and ruptured place
i wonder if i went too far in assuming you would take me for who i was. am i deteriorating in your arms like rust to nails in the heavy rain? wish i could take all this pain from your face but i'm useless
and does my darkness rain on your parade like crippled hands on that corpse
...it used to be mine
lying there i wonder, do i deserve to be alive?
open my victimized eyes to see you there
i feel dead already -
no point in being here.
She's Getting Married
i don't mean to be the bruise, the thorn attaching to your sweater as you pass by your roses, but i'm experiencing guilt i've never felt before
maybe it's the wine settling in but i'm getting sweetened. all the thoughts i used to abuse because i could and now i'm beginning to think it was all a mistake
i will be the needle that sews your pretty laces to the bottom of the dress ... as long as you prick me first. i deserve more than a slap in the face to be standing here
i don't believe in myself anymore. i don't believe in god and i don't believe in forgiveness for it has passed me by so many times. have i come this far to fall?
does my darkness rain on your parade like crippled hands on that corpse that was once mine
lying there, i wonder if i deserve to be alive
i don't mean to be the dust, the unsettling sand in your eyes as you spread your wings just before you dive, but i'm frustrated beyond words
maybe it's my sadness bringing out my remorseful side or maybe i'm just destined to apologize. you brought out the best in me, i shoved it off my plate for the dog to eat
i didn't want your charity but i gladly smeared a smile off your face, now i wonder if should be erased from this plain and ruptured place
i wonder if i went too far in assuming you would take me for who i was. am i deteriorating in your arms like rust to nails in the heavy rain? wish i could take all this pain from your face but i'm useless
and does my darkness rain on your parade like crippled hands on that corpse
...it used to be mine
lying there i wonder, do i deserve to be alive?
open my victimized eyes to see you there
i feel dead already -
no point in being here.