Lletres:
Fucked Up David Comes To Life

David was a boy, just a letch, A simple means of birth, oh so sick, Another wasted life, like so many before, But David wanted better, so much more David

of a tree, I know that love has just left me. I can give in to being estranged as the branches wilt and the colours change. And the fish that wash up

independent clause: She may be gone but I am not the cause. You left your role with your passive voice. Our outcome is not your choice. Tried to set the tone and tense. This life

Crashing down to earth, destruction in his wake he caused. There I go again, trying to narrate so I could hide my role. Have to own up, have to concede

in my life, that was good enough for me. Short plume, fades fast, the petals fall and crash. I believe one could put it best, ?we spend most of life

of regret. So please tear up my memories into a thousand little parts and give them to somebody else so that they won't tear up my heart." The words are adding up

after all of this time. The best days of my life were when you were mine. They'll be the branches I always use to climb through my life. Sometimes life is so empty, sometimes life

want to spit it out. The pain can only last for so long. A sweetness lingers after it's gone. Take it all on board as I go through life, those loves are

t wait to run off and go to sleep and let all his problems make their retreat. "Used to wake up screaming, stolen from our dreams; now I wake up beaming