I caught myself on a December night,
Watching the moon that came through
The curtain and painted pictures of us.
With my head in my hands I tried not to dwell
In the disappointment of things that cannot last.
"To fragile to love, to weak to control what takes hold of you"
I clench my fists. I'm still stuck here,
Shoehorned between delusion and belief.
I won't stifle my anguish.
Now that you're gone
I carry the weight of the world alone.
Those blurry memories linger and won't stifle my anger.
I try not to retreat and drown in a sea of misery.
I try not to retreat and drown.
I try not to retreat and drown in a sea of misery.
I try not to retreat and drown in the sea.
I clench my fists. I'm still stuck here,
Shoehorned between delusion and belief.
I won't stifle my anguish.
Now that you're gone
I carry the weight of the world alone.
Those blurry memories linger and won't stifle my anger.
The ship has sunk.
God is dead.
You can't pull the wool over my eyes.