Skylark

I'm breathing in your skin tonight
Quiet is my loudest cry
Wouldn't wanna wake the eyes that make me melt inside
Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me

---Rough Draft by Yellowcard


Reality bit me
like a skylark raving mad
singing to the tune
of the dark angel's melody
and sweet sensations...
blurring the eyes that speak
of love unrequited and helpless

this torture is endless
and salvation is unknown to the abbyss
the dreamer is taken to another place
where feelings turn to gold
and hatred turn to stone

wake me up
I need to hear you sing
your lies and your deceptions...