feeling ill
for the third day straight
top of a hill
begging to cure my viens
and i'm drinking, hiding
close to dying
i'm failing my phrasing
trying to stop complaining

you only love me when i'm sick
only believed in touching me
when we both thought i was dying

a bastard son, alone with a gun
wanting to shoot stars
a friendly shot of everything i've got
circling around the sun

all these pills
convince me your not real
i've had my fill
and i miss you

you've only loved me when i was sick
only gave up on finding me
as high as i was flying




i would like to give some meaning but i didn't know what you guys felt about it... i think it's more interesting with some background.
FactionGroove Reviewed by FactionGroove on . please dont remember me for this (poem/lyrics) feeling ill for the third day straight top of a hill begging to cure my viens and i'm drinking, hiding close to dying i'm failing my phrasing trying to stop complaining you only love me when i'm sick Rating: 5