ØFuneral For A FriendØ Pro-TU asked: Swing, swing, as we both sit upon the park swings,
I used to push to the sky so you could fly back to my arms,
But lately I’ve been pushing myself into a space
Of **** and pain that I can’t back out of.
A thousand roses scatter my bathroom floor as I extend my hand,
But there it is right in front of me…no one is there.
I’m not to sure if I should start to breathe or close my eyes,
I guess I will just make amends for just tonight.
My heart you see is sailing out in the ocean of lust,
A forgotten heart that’s left upon your shelve collecting dust.
Maybe on Monday when we speak again you will see,
How much that you and your heart mean to me.
But for now I will drink and will my glass up with posion,
A mother’s hug still couldn’t fix this pain.
Heartache followed by a ***** of heart break,
I should have known that you are all the same.
I spread myself open on the 18th floor balcony,
To show you how much you mean to me,
But it always falls short ye I’m running out of space,
I hope you regret the fact that you let our love waste.
It took the death of hope for me to let go,
Well now I’m hoping that you will learn to know,
Love is a game and we both cannot lose,
When are hearts are together, it doesn’t matter who else is in the room.
Swing Swing, as the sing set goes by,
A new pair I see staring in each others eyes,
I hope they know that this fuc*in wreck that they see,
Used to be there, swinging on that swing.
