with a box knife in my hand
waiting for the sun to come
it's behind a cloud
if the sun don't come
think I'll simply
bleed out loud
I don't have patience,I can't wait
if it doesn't happen,it's too late
thought about love
but that was yesterday
thought about so many things
since then I threw love away
everybody's talking at me, to me
they got something to say
all I can do is listen
I got nothing to say
thought about killing
but that was yesterday
round about when love came
and I walked away
I wonder out loud sometimes
especially when I pray
forgive me while I sin
this life that I live in
is not the vision that I had
does this seems perfect to you
here comes the sun, thank you
but there it goes again
If you, by this strong right hand,
do not want to give the glory of my death,
you give it with your own eyes,
for the dart of your gaze
is that which kills me and consumes me.
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