.

skin and bones
too fat too thin
its not on purpose
i don't think you understand
pretty outside
don't matter much
wasting away, fading slowly
a perfect facade doesn't mean much
can't eat
try but i swear it goes straight through
can't sleep
pills designed for that only wake me up
make me sick
can't stop can't stop
quit one thing restart another
never thought i hated myself
don't really think i do
explain this? i couldn't
can't care
bleed the tears
not so obvious this time
hold on
hold the fuck on
don't wanna die
scared to death of it actually
trying to find a reason to live
even if there is none i'm still hanging on
pull through
story of my life
whatever

the past holds on
heavymetal grip
fucks with me
a shadow, it comes out shortly after the sun, marks my every move
what is it about the past? as if i knew
happiness doesn't fuck with me no
more like a tease
shows up for while
dances beautifully, invites me to join
makes me want it
makes me need it
disapears
theres not enough of me left to keep paying

i think they've finally given up
i'd rather they did
i'd rather they hate me
that way i can't hurt them any longer
if they care my pain is contagious
i'd rather be the sole bearer
at least i'm used to it
its almost comfortable after a while
if i'm stuck with it i might as well deal
as if i had a broken leg
i'd rather not be confined to armchairs and crutches
i guess both are better than a rock and a tree branch cane
broken bones heal
whether minds and hearts are the same i don't know