Waste
09-10-2008, 07:52 PM
Who has ever loved us?
Loved us like I do?
Would anyone ever love me?
Love me like you?
I’m sick of being chased,
And being beaten black and blue,
I hate it even more
When they do those things to you.
So maybe we should fly away,
Spend forever together in the sky,
Bathing our wings in the golden sun,
Boy, we could soar so high.
Let’s run away tonight,
Get away from this prison cell,
I want you to carry me towards the sun,
It can’t be worse than hell.
Kiss me quick,
cos here we go,
I’m going to hold you so ****ing tight,
Tonight.
Break out of the window,
Ignore the alarm,
Fly towards the sky, glance back,
Where are you?
I’m not playing.
Where are you?
Please tell me you are teasing me.
Where are you?
I drop to the ground,
I can hear the guards searching for me,
Have they already found you?
Please say that can't be true.
I’d lose my wings without you,
My willingness to fly,
I’d not go on without you.
I’d honestly rather die.
And then from the darkness,
A sound, a bump in the night,
A hand grabs my shoulder,
I spin ready to fight,
And there you are,
Behind me,
Wait there’s something wrong?
In your eyes, guilt.
In you hand, a gun.
Loved us like I do?
Would anyone ever love me?
Love me like you?
I’m sick of being chased,
And being beaten black and blue,
I hate it even more
When they do those things to you.
So maybe we should fly away,
Spend forever together in the sky,
Bathing our wings in the golden sun,
Boy, we could soar so high.
Let’s run away tonight,
Get away from this prison cell,
I want you to carry me towards the sun,
It can’t be worse than hell.
Kiss me quick,
cos here we go,
I’m going to hold you so ****ing tight,
Tonight.
Break out of the window,
Ignore the alarm,
Fly towards the sky, glance back,
Where are you?
I’m not playing.
Where are you?
Please tell me you are teasing me.
Where are you?
I drop to the ground,
I can hear the guards searching for me,
Have they already found you?
Please say that can't be true.
I’d lose my wings without you,
My willingness to fly,
I’d not go on without you.
I’d honestly rather die.
And then from the darkness,
A sound, a bump in the night,
A hand grabs my shoulder,
I spin ready to fight,
And there you are,
Behind me,
Wait there’s something wrong?
In your eyes, guilt.
In you hand, a gun.