Burning White Flags
These blisters on my palms,
stand for something more
All your useless resolves,
and petty wars
Your countless contradictions
serve as polluted benedictions
(1! 2! 3!)
My head is aching,
my hands are shaking,
every heart I've ever had is breaking in two
But now is no time to surrender, (NO!)
We're just lonely diamonds in the rough
If you would just take the time to shine us up,
maybe things would get better but,
your expectations get lower and lower
It's like we are the grass, and you are the mower.
My scars are just proof
of the legends and stories,
of brave ones who fought, with valor and glory
we will take you down if its the last thing we do
shallow mistakes are traits that belong to you
My head is aching,
my hands are shaking,
every heart I've ever had is breaking in two
But now is no time to surrender, (NO!)
we're just lonely diamonds in the rough
if you would just take the time to shine us up,
maybe things would get better but,
your expectations get lower and lower
it's like we are the grass, and you are the mower
Everything you say, burns your tongue
Everything you do, breeds more scum
Ever life you take, haunts you to the ends of the earth
You sow with destruction, you reap all the pain,
but some lives your still yearning,
but our white flags are burning.
(B-b-b-burning
B-b-b-burning
B-b-b-burning... burning...)
If reading that was torture, sorry! If you liked it, awesome!
~time8keeper


