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"Goodnight son." was all he said, it was routine and simple. |
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I played it out inside my head until I was ghastly feeble. |
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Mourning came with the morning rain, hit the rooftop with the stern disdain. |
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Brought so much pain, no sun shiny day, dawn did not bring her beginning. |
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Eternal black fits a tragedy. |
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Too dark for adjusted eyes to see. |
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All they had to do was speak my name, to calm the lion, make him tame. |
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Were you as wild as they say. It's what they say. |
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But I don't really know what to believe, because if I really was so crippling, |
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Did you have the hear t to complete the cliche? |
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Did you follow me into the evergreen? Was it you sounding from the trees? |
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Or was it just a the breeze manipulating leaves, solidifying wishful thinking? |
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But I know you were there when I was deathly scared of how close I really got to leaping. |
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You put your hand on me, said "Life is just a dream, |
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And if you love me, you will sleep. |
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I know I've hurt you so baldly. |
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But I only ask you for one thing." |
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Their love makes up for a lot that has been lost. |
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So I guess it's not as aphotic as I thought. |
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I've meet you in Costa Rica. |
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Open my eyes, Pura Vida. |
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Did you have the hear to complete the cliche? |
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They say you did but everybody makes mistakes. |
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I understand but this one's slowly killing me. |
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But it can't help to consume myself directing blame. |
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So I am taking what's been done, washing it clean. |
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Excusing my entire life on a bad dream. |
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I've never been one to forgive, |
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Therefore I'm not one to forget. |
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But this leaves me indifferent. |
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Because I've leaved a lot about mistake, |
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And reason behind decisions made. |
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And waiting until too late, wasting time in vain. |
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This hour was for you. |
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Now it's over and through. |
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There is nothing left, |
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But the universe around my neck. |
