oryon

A lyrical brush paints the words you never heard on the canvas of a heart that feel apart.
I cant hit restart and start again from the beginning.
Seeing now what I've become: Unforgiving.
A kiss and a kill fulfills the desires but cripples my will to move on.
Just the same old song.

Chorus:
We've danced in our Sunday's best in a ballroom of malcontent, let's give it a rest.
A caricature of intimacy is reflected in your eyes and seen in your faux affectionate dreams
Nothings been what it seemed, I guess

The next day a bony quill pours gray words that you never said.
Secrets and questions that cut the cords and freed us both from this facade.
A mere mirage.
How long did you know that you hated me? This wasnt the reality you needed. That makes me conceited? After I pleaded to make this work?

Repeat chorus

A sharp tongue sliced a throat and wrote the words that were heard and said.
It still hurts.
Though I watch the electric red dawn in my bed and I comprehend why we had to end this scary tale.

Repeat chorus