The Creator
Swore to a God,
I didn't know,
Broke all my promises,
My God doesn't know.
Forgotten mistakes,
I guess they've healed,
It's Death that takes me under,
I don't know how to feel.
It brings my teeth to an edge I can't seem to admit,
The blood-shot eyes are less familiar to believe,
But if my eyes and teeth just fall out me,
There's gotta be a way I can seem to have blinked.
I can't wake up,
I can't wait at all,
I'm somewhere else,
Tis thee I can't wake up,
I'm giving it my all,
It's giving me a headache,
It's so numb to fall-
So help me!-
The rooms walls cave in on me and no me like no one else,
I ran out the windows and I give it all,
I'm not turning back because I'm scared to fall.
So help God, if you know how I can be fixed,
Hand me the medicine, hand me the drink,
I need the remedy to heal the wound,
Because no matter what God,
I still never forgot you on my run out the window!
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