Rage

Her hand is warmth to me Silver television screen Wave around a loaded gun Temper, temper little one Is it me you love again? Guess I never had a fan You were never in a dream Cripple me in summer heat Though I try to make the scene I will always want to bleed If I'm me you'll never know Empathy will fall below Rage They’re another point of view Remember me when I was you My miracle was mortal sin Inside the moment, and all it’s been Always see another me When it’s done, never free I’ll forget that I am dead But nothing that you ever said Just another opiate The day was boring, anyway Rage