Depending on you, I'm fucked now
inside, you took it all away from me in forms of white pills
and told me I cannot live like this anymore;
I'll throw it in your face
waiting alone inside, the corridors swing
the birds sing songs of death, my ears start to ring
and I cannot tell you how much you mean to me
on these tree branches,
I keep kissing myself to sleep
never looking back, but looking down
this just won't do
how can I hold myself together when I am not?
I keep losing you, in sleep or in pills,
as I am addicted to taking you when I feel lost in myself;
someone as beautiful as this should not be so dead inside
if I could, I would show you everything I believe in,
if I would, I could show you who I am,
but you are not to love me, as I am the kind you needed
four years ago,
and these years have yearned long nights with infinite tears
so I die, in these orange bottles,
I'd rather be lonely in my senseless mind of being than being accompanied
you're so deaf to me,
you're so dear to me,
you're so dead to me,
I'm learning as I go how close I can cut it with out bleeding out,
(my skin is not thick by any means)
as I loved you, I can't keep myself from feeling like a dying star,
when I explode, I won't kill you, I will pull you in
I will pull you closer than you hope
and leave you watching the rope
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