Beautiful Things

Talk goes by and every day
I throw up my pills cause they don’t kill the pain
The only thing that severs my chain
Is hoping that someone might feel the same
And advices I have only bring me to shame
The blood on my hands only keeps me awake
And the answer is gone but my question remains
«Am I crazy or am I the only one who’s sane?»
Because I’m honestly happier when I’m sad
When I’m alone at least I know that I have my friends
And if the beautiful things come to an end
At least I know that I’m not dead
A living room made of broken glass
I get older but I swear that time doesn’t pass
The only thing that caries me through
Is hoping that someone is hurting too
And advices I have are my only friends
But they choke me until all my faith is dead
The body I have only lasts till it’s gone
So after I die did I even exist at all?
Because I’m honestly happier when I’m sad
When I’m alone at least I know that I have my friends
And if the beautiful things come to an end
At least I know that I’m not dead
And maybe some day when the stars are dead
We’ll fall in love with the earth again
And maybe some day when the earth is dead
We’ll fall in love with ourselves again
And maybe some day when the stars are dead
We’ll fall in love with the earth again
And maybe some day when the earth is dead
Well maybe we will wish that we’d done things better
And maybe some day when the earth is dead
We’ll fall in love with ourselves again
And we’ll fall in love