Falling head over heals for burden and bright light
A high cost of playing god i guess
Please, tell me how to survive in
this
The unforgiving role of seeing too much
under the dead wake of morning
Im finding solace in a diseased heart
and im
finding love in acts of desperation
You're no angel my friend, your no angel
And here we are teetering on the edge of tired
departure
and there you are with a blessing from below
With one drop for every callous ending
and one drop for every un-granted
wish
Spare me the day when i discover a new found low