THE LINES YOU DRAW
Each day another day & time's not on my side & today won't replace the wasted days, I'd give you my world to make you see, but I created a world for you in which I don't exist.
The lines you draw on my wrist won't go away & i'll remain here waiting for the fall.
I don't think I can breathe here without you I'm drowning in your sickened game, swallow your lie swallow my time, waiting for you to fall back down to me.
Come down & meet me on the ground.
