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At times, a tirade fades to a fit of tears
You're hiding in your room, some kind of subterfuge
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Smile high, the world fades with you You hide behind your habits
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Ashen faced clarity Unpredictable disparity
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Arizona turns black around 6 I’m stuck on the corner of Washington and Mill
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Antagonizing fragile wavelengths with epileptic colors Dissolved chemicals penetrate; she slips into insane
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Tattered soul, tattered soul Keep on decaying, you’re on a roll
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And you, you’re too caught up in breathing To enjoy what breathing brings you.
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Still alone with these scars Violently thrashing my stability
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And scattered remains suffocate me Too vulnerable to sensitivity
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I fell while in isolation
Trying to hard to maintain faith
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I am still just a child
But I am a child who is learning.
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Standing on the corner
of Nowhere and 44th St.
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Tonight she sleeps on a tear stained pillow
Eventually her wounds will heal
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Narrow broken fragile mind
Traveling my consciousness I pretend I’m fine
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Memories erupt again
Trying so hard to keep cool
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I'll let you know, I'll let you know
I'll let you know when it's time to go
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A fragile heart lies inside a rib cage of glass
A single blow to me and I lay bleeding
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Sneak away with the lights down low
Its times like these I wish
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I say I'm fucked up
You say we all are
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Shattered the idealistics
Again, the damage was done
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Deserted, she lay
Shattered, she pay
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And in her eyes lay hidden
All the lies she had forsaken
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They pry my eyes open
Against my will, I stand
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She's let them down, she's let them down
There are no more excuses to be found
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Savage storm of confusing thoughts
Worry thundering, a resounding boom
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They all ask questions She cant answer
She wants the pills to make them go away
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It's 2 AM
The clock is ticking
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Numb the spot where you inject
Your sick poison into my lifeless veins
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Intoxication, corruption
A sick sort of self-destruction
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Seeking out pure isolation
A place to hide from my own creation
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Crash, crash, crash
Pressure making me insane
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Lies
Eating me alive, bottled up inside
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My policy, my odyssey,
You always revolve around me
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Sometimes I find myself asking
Why me?
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