Post by bedofrazors on Dec 4, 2005 9:23:50 GMT -5
glimmer through the darkness
goosebumps ripple across my skin
and the knife that pierces it is gleaming
my stare lingers a bit too long at the sight of the blood
and my expression is reflected back at me-
knives are very shiny, you know...
the warmth that spreads through me comes only this way
only this way i can handle the people, i have to sleep
only this way i can wake up in the morning
only this way i don't feel hopeless and stupid.
only this way i feel real. and whole. and alive.
i'm sorry that i'm alive to be your scapegoat.
i'm sorry you had a little bit of a bad day.
i'm sorry it makes you smile to see me cringe when you strike me
i'm sorry it doesn't bother you that im hurting
i'm sorry that you don't notice me, and frankly, don't care.
tears trickle down this mask of a person i don't know
i look at her in my mock-mirror,
i see her reflection in what brings me the only thing i know near happiness
and she's not smiling..
this makes her happy, why is she not smiling?
she's long forgotten how to smile,
she's long forgotten how to laugh.
the simple existance of annoyances in the world
is enough to make her feel sick and stay locked in her room all day
locked away from the world,
locked away from you.
there's only one key, and it's out floating around.
been used my many, been kept by none.
cheap copies were made, but they're harder to use.
the pattern of the flowers around her 3-day-old dinner plate
is her only hope that something will always stay the same
but those flowers will fade with time
and so will she.
goosebumps ripple across my skin
and the knife that pierces it is gleaming
my stare lingers a bit too long at the sight of the blood
and my expression is reflected back at me-
knives are very shiny, you know...
the warmth that spreads through me comes only this way
only this way i can handle the people, i have to sleep
only this way i can wake up in the morning
only this way i don't feel hopeless and stupid.
only this way i feel real. and whole. and alive.
i'm sorry that i'm alive to be your scapegoat.
i'm sorry you had a little bit of a bad day.
i'm sorry it makes you smile to see me cringe when you strike me
i'm sorry it doesn't bother you that im hurting
i'm sorry that you don't notice me, and frankly, don't care.
tears trickle down this mask of a person i don't know
i look at her in my mock-mirror,
i see her reflection in what brings me the only thing i know near happiness
and she's not smiling..
this makes her happy, why is she not smiling?
she's long forgotten how to smile,
she's long forgotten how to laugh.
the simple existance of annoyances in the world
is enough to make her feel sick and stay locked in her room all day
locked away from the world,
locked away from you.
there's only one key, and it's out floating around.
been used my many, been kept by none.
cheap copies were made, but they're harder to use.
the pattern of the flowers around her 3-day-old dinner plate
is her only hope that something will always stay the same
but those flowers will fade with time
and so will she.
