Lead in arms

If only looks could kill

this would be over and done with

instead just wait to go home

i tire of the smoke and tears

the sounds of pain ringing in my ears

instead we all just wait to die alone

Make sure i am delivered

leave a candle lit on my chest when i die

and bury the knife with my blood remaining on the blade

let everything that i believe in never be blown away

history be read into the never forgetting sky

i smile on the inside

the hands continue to turn

and i still wake up and get dressed

and crawl into bed at the end of it all

not much has really changed for me in this cave of my reality

at least when i see you smile i know its genuine

i'm glad you're happy and getting better

throw my wishes at the stars for you to have nothing but better memories

i have no problem being the martyr for you to have longer smiles

pit stomachs

and rock hearts

falling all the time

but hitting bottom only once in a while

for my team

i need more weight on my shoulders

this back wasn't meant for the weak

these legs not made for the ill spirited

let these dreams fly and this heart overcome

we are all flesh and bones

its hard to remember

that past the words

the yells

the hugs

and the smiles

your heart beats like mine

maybe to a different beat

and your lungs fill with air

more or less

and we both burn

from love

in love

from hate

in hate

we are not really strangers

more like tourists

visiting your body with excitement and fear

taking in all the beautiful views

we are both villains

we are both heroes

we are both innocent victims

the burn of a touch

different tastes from different plates but our stomachs always fill

our souls on the other hand..................................................................

some of us don't know how to love

some girls are brushing their hair

some girls are painting their lips

some girls are sleeping alone

and some girls are not

we may not get far

flying circles in the dark reminds me of how i chase my youth

my innocence that i grasp so tightly

the feelings i once had but are now worn down and dull

no longer sharp as they once were at first

time passes and they collect dust

dulled blades and discolored wood

this arm is getting tired of trying to pull down the stars and sky

these legs tired of chasing after what it means to feel alive