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 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