Ice Cold Lips
Peeking through the burning bushes
into your eyes once more,
As i lie in state i see a face
that ive seen someplace before.
The things you said spinning through my head
like an old revolving door,
And the face comes back so jarringly,
of a girl who broke my soul and took my heart
and smashed it on the floor.
So save your letters, words don't fix
The things you crushed in this filthy mix
Your inactions describe all of this
Your heart is cold, but so is my lips.
Your eyes burn me like a stockpiled flame
I itch to scratch the scars
But it seems there's just to much pain
Like the impact of two cars.
The anger at your indecisions make me
want to smile, so get off your knees
no more begging please, im sure
you'll be back on them in a while.
Don't be mad at my opinons
though they may be Rated R,
Must be great to be so oblivious
and not really care who you are.
So save your letters, words don't fix
The things you crushed in this filthy mix
Your inactions describe all of this
Your heart is cold, but so is my lips.
So save your letters, words don't fix
The things you crushed in this filthy mix
Your inactions describe all of this
Your heart is cold, but so is my ice
frozen lips.
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