The Senses

Listen, all I want is for you to listen. I promise you won’t regret me like my set ambition. Maybe you’ll love me one day. Maybe I’ll find a way for you to be able to. And when you think of me It won’t be the wrong kind of thoughts. You’re my graven image. I tried, but everything I’ve done has Lead to your regret. I may not understand why, however, I have to do what you need. Just promise me you won’t blame your Problems on your demands and regret. Nothing’s ever your fault. Listen, all I wanted was for you to listen. Promise me you won’t regret me like the gun in my hand. One day I’m hoping you will love Me. And when you think of me I’ll be worthy. Death, you were my only liberation. You can’t comprehend You’re blinded by yourself. What you’re doing is right It has to be the same; everything has to be the same You watch, you listen, but behind closed doors You know you’re wrong. You can’t comprehend You don’t realize the pain you put them through The classroom is screaming at you but you can’t hear Blame it on them; blame it on what you’ve been through Just don’t blame it on me. You can’t comprehend You have to have it your way It’s not going to change, nothings ever going to change Touching the smooth wood of the door, You feel nothing. You can’t comprehend The bittersweet smell of control overcomes you You decided to take a piece The taste is overwhelming; everything’s going to be ordinary again. Your candle is burning out He was overpowering. Open your eyes and let him decide