in this grand scheme of love, this game of twisted destiny and lottery of hope, i stand in solitude
i beat my thoughts of sadness with giving you the benefit of the doubt
my soul is growing weary as i pretend the weight of losing myself does not affect me
i carry my sorrow in the dark clouds beneath my eyes
i can see it in my dreams, the darkest depths where my nightmares lay
please tell me everything is okay
even when i feel the presence of the devil himself basking my skies with mockery
must i have to beg on my knees for you to acknowledge me?
tell me what you want,
for i am growing weary from trying to make you even take a glance at me
i take all the blame just so i won't have to face your anger
my heart is tired
i hope for it to
rest
in
pease
