If I gave you pretty enough words.
Could you paint a picture of us that works.
An emphasis on function rather than design.
Aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back
And blown out knees, I have been where you are for a while...
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream,
All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night.
Every evening that I die [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/atreyu/lip_gloss_and_black.html ]
I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold.
I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold.
I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold.
I am exhumed... just a little less human...
(So much more bitter and cold)
After all these images of pain, have cut right through you,
I will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone...
Then I'll show you that place in my chest where my heart
Still tries to beat.
It still tries to beat
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream,
All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night.
Every evening that I die
He is apolagizinng and promising not to let her fall. To catch her no matter the cause to him he will help her bak up even if it kills him. He is broken too. He feels degraded and like his heart is freezing over and making him bitter to protect wats left and he wants it to stop. No matter how hard they try somethin falls apart and makes him die a little more inside