Some say, now suffer all the children
And walk away a savior,
Or a madman and polluted
From gutter institutions.
Donīt you breathe for me,
Undeserving of your sympathy,
Cause there ainīt no way that Iīm sorry for what I did.
And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I donīt feel bad about it.
So shut your eyes,
Kiss me goodbye,
And sleep.
Just sleep.
The hardest part is letting go of
Your dreams.
A drink for the horror that Iīm in,
For the good guys, and the bad guys,
For the monsters that Iīve been.
Three cheers for tyranny,
Unapologetic apathy,
Cause there ainīt no way that Iīm coming back again.
And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I donīt feel bad about it.
So shut your eyes,
Kiss me goodbye,
And sleep.
Just sleep.
The hardest parts
The awful things that Iīve seen.
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
Just sleep.
Just sleep. |
