Untitled Ache in a Closed Casket

Don’t feed me with any more lies.
I hate them more than I love your eyes.
I have a hard time as it is dealing with the truth.
I love this so much if it’s real.
If it’s really true that love can heal.
You leave me shaking breathless on the floor
and my heart’s even pounding more and more.
Say that you’ll meet me there.
Show me around on the other side.
‘Cause if there is someone who will make it there it must be you.
I’m afraid I can not be the one, the common guy with both feet on the ground.
I have a hard time as it is when I have to deal with sh*t like this... things I wouldn’t miss.