My tears are as futile
As the raging bull...

Nobody would believe
That my wrist does bleed...

However you made me feel today
I wish to remember tomorrow...

How slowly these faces dabble their slurs
Googling and gaggling what appear to be words...

Fading past laughs in black
Grazing chains with raw fingers...

Through the tears that now stream down
Turning the delicate lace of my saddened soul...

I cant help what i don't feel
I cant help what i do...

Back when we loved without remorse
I, your innumerable, you, my first...

Couldn't you hear that sweet breeze
Falling beneath the willow trees...

My own aged guilt rises past me in agony
Feeding off my own blood sweat and tears...

Head pressed to the tile
Kissing the aged grout...

Give me pills to make me high
To forget all the times i sat and cried...