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Face I am nothing face |
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Complete by sarcastic tastes what a waste |
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I think I'd rather die |
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Wanting never gaining I find myself pondering life |
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Always situations I can never hide |
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Crying tears of anger hate depressed I never know the me |
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Never know what to do |
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Slit poor out the life |
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A bottle of the vive |
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A desperate cry for something else to justify |
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I'm in a daze caused by pain |
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A failing force who wants to change |
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Painting the white to grey |
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Painting the white to grey |
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Numb body shivering |
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Blood dripping from the skin |
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Painting the white to grey |
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Painting the white to |
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Plastic always drastic |
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A vision of a psychopathic with a razor |
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Crawling through the attic |
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I know somewhere out there someone cares |
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Wanting me to get my head out of the clouds |
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As they think it's time repair |
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These scars will never clear |
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I'll never the same little one |
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With hopes of one day maybe being sane |
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I might have tried before but I locked the door |
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Now I need a reason to unlock it |
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Cutting popping |
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I know I'm not the definition of your model |
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I'm always dropping |
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Lying crying |
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I rarely find the relevance in always competing or trying |
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I'll take dying |
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I need to feel the shame in what it was that I did |
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Painting the white to grey |
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My life summed up in a brush |
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Cold in the back of a puppeteer |
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Bathroom floor |
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That's where I tried to die |
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Painting the white to grey |