The Randomocity of the 5th Whitney

The Randomocity of the 5th Whitney
it is why I tell the story

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Pains by Babecaby

Why is it every time I breathe in now, my chest is on fire?
Why is it my shoulder hurts when it is a deep breath I desire?
Why is it every time I think of you I can’t breathe?
I cry when I think I’ll never be her because I can leave?
There is an emptiness in my chest.
Cause your beating heart is still the best.
And I gave up trying to compete,
You left me so incomplete.
Now it pains me to say,
I’m now worse because you stayed.
This heart keeps expanding,
And I don’t think you’re understanding,
What just happened,
My eyes were opened,
And now I’m standing here on the edge,
And I have to make this pledge,
It goes out to you,
And I hope it will always remain true,
That my life was better than my dream,
When you were in on my scheme,
So I jumped hoping your prayers would find me,
But I guess you didn’t hear that plea.
It is alright though, please don’t cry.
Just you watch me fly,
On the wings of my guardian,
Or maybe this is a shot of adrenaline,
Either way I’ll be gone before you notice
Coming down on OTIS,
I’ll be out the door,
Running after I hit the floor,
To escape this disease,
Hoping time would just freeze.
So I can spend these last few moments in the arms of a lover,
One I guess is undercover.
But I’ll be fine, don’t worry,
Take your time, don’t hurry.
I’ll just be sitting on this ledge,
Holding on to that pledge.