come mornin

Come mornin the blues won't feel a thing.
 The song will have faded jus before the daybreaks dream.
 Leavin the night behind the pitch of black runnin wild.
 Trapped in the emotion tucked beneath the moon for miles.
 Spillin the bucket of blood used to drain this poor bastards heart.
 Sinkin within the baseboards to stain the memories war.
 Jus after i awaken from the game of bein tamed.
 Unchaninin me from the absence of colors gain.
 A new round about way awaits the torments end.
 Cuz imma rise come early birds chirp through the window sent.
 I'm out this bitch n I'm leavin all this pain to die alone.
 I ain't got no time to live in an empty home.
 Dig it or not the pass jus clicked past midnights stroke.
 N I'm only waitin til this ache to sleep n I'm hittin the road.
 Cuz its been to long since I've felt greener grass between my toes.
 Damn ol thing called home jus doesn't feel the same no mo.
 So come the sight of vision through this dark.
 I gotta tell ya, I'm gone n no longer will i play this part.
 It's been a long time creepin up on what's fucked up in my happiness.
 Yeah, i gotta go n leave this horrific place.
 When the shades can not hold out the light.
 That's my cue to break this connection n let it die.
 For it will not drag me outta my lonely mind.
 Sigh, sigh, sigh. What a life.
 Imma go get me one of those pieces of mind.
 One lil bit at a time.
 Jus on the other side of this drawn out stall of emptiness.
 I'm done once my feet hit the floors cold run of forgetfulness.
 Yet I'll never forget what these blues showed me how.
 I'm jus listenin to the ticks tap a tune within this silence of sound.