let my fingers to the talking Options

[ryfitaDF]

theres an instrumental song by Misery signals called "worlds and dreams" that i love dearly. so i listened to it on repeat and just wrote a bunch of words. pretty much whatever came to me. here it be.

There’s no telling where my story’s ending
Why can’t I stop pretending?
Will I ever know anything to do with myself
Why is everything so god damn ridiculous
Why can’t I destroy what I know I can’t have?
Is there anything to life that I’ve still to learn?
Will I ever extinguish the fire that’s burning me?
Just have the heart to kill
And make it easy on me
Give me the closure that only the coffin lid can
Spiritual, mental emotional murdering
Ripped into pieces as my blood is splattering
Just as the brown leaves on the ground are scattering
Give me something to cry about
These eyes can’t hold on much longer
I wish I were stronger, I want to be able to handle
An every day life but I can’t hold a candle to
Everyone else that I see around me
So I prey for the seventh trumpet’s sounding
Longing for what I can’t have
All I need is a hand to hold
For the rest of my short life till I’m in the ground so cold
One to die with and never grow old
No rust on my bones, just scars on my soul
A seamstress to sew up the hole
A proverbial concept that spellbinds eternity
From Shakespeare to my descendants
Of love and dependency
With no lust but the desire to hold you tight through the night
In my arms all the while
Break my chains with your smile
Someone to share compassion and care
And to give me a feeling that’s not to be compared
Someone to stay with me throughout right or wrong
I just need to know that there’s a place I belong
Only one simple person who’s words ring true
I promise you. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you.
I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you.