Hard to hold a grip with all these broken fingers...
'Cause self-inflicted damage is my cure
But there's no need to lure-
It's just to avert the ******** splinters.
Now reality is truly scaring me
Hysterically, the voices...
They're laughing at me,
So I nail my hand into the baseboard.
As they ordered.
I can't withstand my own existance...
I've been stabbed in back from the distance
I've lost all sense of guilt
I had my ego suicide
...
Now I water the thorn you rammed,
from our rose...
Deep into my side, watch it fertalize.
And you shoved your finger,
Right down my throat,
And you made me bleed all the pride I have no more!
I really wished, I dream I could say:
"I've licked my wounds, and carried on..."
Everybody needs some sympathy to stay
But I don't, the only friend I need is this side-rolling gun
I'll get out of dodge,
And become a thought,
Cause once you’re a thought,
HOPEFULLY YOU'RE FORGOTTEN!
Drag my name through the s**t, the mud,
... salt the wounds, in other words.
And I’m so happy she decided to leave,
'Cause now I’m alone.
The demons come home; she made things clearer.
Slit my wrists and watch me bleed, but please don't run.
So, ******** you dad! Why should you bother now right?
******** you too, you selfish b***h,
I hope you burn in hell for this s**t!
******** you mom! I hate you too. I'm sorry...
******** life! but don't worry...
Just ******** MY life!
I know my morals have begun to decay,
but I don't mind or care...
And all my friends have the same thing to say.
They say that bad times have faded away.
They say that they're all worried about me.
'Cause I feed worms in the cemetery,
And I rake leaves off the grass in my grave.
Because my memory lane is now paved.
But now my memory’s back and there’s nothing wrong!
There’s nothing wrong... but me.
 Bellick · Wed Jun 20, 2007 @ 09:46pm · 2 Comments |
