The Tide Began To Rise
These are the lyrics to one of my new favorite songs.
Demon Hunter-The Tide Began To Rise
I don’t belong here
I never saw this on the path I walk
The blood-stained walls, the lines of chalk on the floor
Its getting so hard
I never saw the backlash, when the tide began to rise
I can’t remember
The way it was when everything felt right
My mouth held shut and eyes sealed tight with control
Pre-Chorus:
So I remember on the inside
Chorus:
I found a dark, infernal place, I don’t wanna face anymore
Somehow I won’t stop feeding the pain
My heart’s just the same as before
I found a dark, infernal place, I don’t wanna face anymore
Somehow
So now I’m stuck here
Between the guilty and the insincere
The words I’ve spoke have left me here all alone
I should have known this
I never saw the backlash, when the tide began to rise
I wish it all gone
I could’ve burned it when I had that choice
And now I’d die to kill this noise in my head
Pre-Chorus:
So I remember on the inside
Chorus:
I found a dark, infernal place, I don’t wanna face anymore
Somehow I won’t stop feeding the pain
My heart’s just the same as before
I found a dark, infernal place, I don’t wanna face anymore
Somehow
If this is all the love my spirit can give
Just take it back tonight
There is not a reason more to live
August 24, 2009 at 4:01 am
Hey, I’m home for a little bit. But I might have internet access even once I’ve left again, so I shall keep in touch if I can. I love this song. ^_^
Also, I wanted you to read this and tell me what you think, but I didn’t want to post it on my own wordpress, so I’m just going to leave it in this comment. I await your opinion.
*WARNING* THE FOLLOWING COMMENT IS LONG!
I see a girl standing in front of me pathetically with hair that doesn’t belong, it’s dyed because the ungrateful brat isn’t satisfied with what was given. Fake body jewelry clipped everywhere in an attempt to be as rebellious a child as any without earning a punishment. It’s been given the title of “playing the game.” Clothes that deserve the looks and stares received from grandparents and random by-passers that all speak clearly of an unspoken disapproval and disdain. V-necks as low as allowed and skirts shorter because of incessant arguing. Thick eyeliner and mascara even though it will be cried off by the end of the day, and a smile that appears but is almost never genuine. A trainwreck in the works. This worthless child blinks away a few tears and murmurs many painful words of self hatred as I turn away from the mirror.