mars
17 april 2007
You and I, we may look the same
But we are very far apart
There's bullet-holes where my compassion used to be
And there is violence in my heart
wish there was something real wish there was something true
wish there was something real in this world full of you
it won't give up it wants me dead
goddamn this noise inside my head
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct
I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
don't you tell me how I feel
don't you tell me how I feel
don't you tell me how I feel
you don't know just how I feel
there is a game I play
try to make myself okay
try so hard to make the pieces all fit
smash it apart
just for the fuck of it
the plastic face forced to portray
all the insides left cold and gray
and in the end
we still pretend
the time we spend
not knowing when
you're finally free
and you could be
do you know how far this has gone?
just how damaged have I become?
when I think I can overcome
it runs even deeper
white pain - black anxiety - red blood.
feel the hollowness inside of your heart
and it's all
right where it belongs
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http://dayviews.com/acetaminophen/2007/4/17/
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