apparently there's nothing wrong with being wrong anymore
everything I ever do is nothing more than poor
I'm tired of trying my hardest, when my best just isn't enough
all I could ever ask for is just a touch of your love
my hands are melting
this heart is yearning
for something more desert skies
this aching head
has been inflated
by all the things that we have done
my lips have whispered a thousand words
but still I have not heard a good in them
I know I am capable of better
yet sometimes I'm under the weather
and I don't know why
does life have to be so hard?
or is the hardest part just knowing where to start?
I know that fabled foreign tongues
have a hold of what I am
I'm losing control of them
please rescue me
I'm dying in my serenity
I'd like to be a peace
but it's suffocating me
leave me be
blood is like a masquerade
it runs and it bathes me
but I still do not see
the toll has been been paid for me
I'm tired of running from the truth
while all the time I was running from you
you are my high
my breath of life
in these dark days
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem