I bet i can paint a pretty picture
with the words i can never find
i can feel them in my throat
but thats the furthest they ever seem to climb
loves the best pusher
and hatred seems to drag them out
regurgitate the pain, theres no healing
protruding all my doubt
a sickened souls cursed lullaby
while all there hope just flutters by
i bite my lip, inside i cry
for a better life, before i die
