we're on our deathbeds with faded stories to be told.

I'm gonna live a million lives until I find my destiny,
the person deep down I know I'll forever wanna be
To see, Just me, at 3
A.M in the morning when the world has shut its eyes,
look behind my cold eyes and know there are no lies
no cries, failed tries
makeup will be my only mask of disguise
tattooed with sacrificial commitments of stages in my life
a victim of ink with some cut with a knife,
people that have shone and faded with me through all the strife
hearts once held on now lipstick stained sleeves
simply now empty lockets with lost keys.
memories of a bestfriend and promises of forever,
maybe i'll see her at the end
or maybe forever just meant never.
whatever. she'll be in my heart together.
forever could be right now, too slow for the human mind to register
that half the time a dream a week ago diminishes through another
a mother with a sharp tongue
a brother that wants to be number one
we grow cold, old, the fence is up and our beautys' been sold
we're on our deathbeds with faded stories to be told
regretting ever forgetting all the weekends that felt like something
but in the end were they really anything
just a few more pretty friends and a brain cells with empty shells
to throw to the floor and be kicked under the rug
right now i wanna throw in the word drug
the forever consuming enemy and ally
it'll be your alibi of the jagged path never missed
once so sweet but always the tranviliqist
of a disguise that'll see you loved, feel so above
from the world that you leave behind
when you look back, the track is black
and your hearts in a chokehold with a dagger through the middle
the cats on the moon playing for you its sad little fiddle
to set aside the seven sins that see your soul kill itself
just to free itself from the host that hid its shine
with a line, the wine, the meaningless grind
but there you are with your hands together with a confession
it's a secret session between the one thats always been there for you
we don't know what it is, who it is but something thinks we're better
we're the the trendsetter who was once a bed wetter
so big with the sweet rig, always keen to have a dig at the filthy pig
with the soul that'll see it through,
before you even half get to know the future you.
So within those million lifes and all the past and future strifes
may one day the blood spill from my eyes in vain
and may I one day never feel the rain or any physical pain
because then it will be, that i'll meet the real me
the one after all this, ill never wanna waste a minute and not be
truly free.
i guess we'll all one day see.