i'm empty minded
Just a little flashback for the kiddies:
Caress The Sutures
I hate how I've become so fucking stupid,
and instead of making you love me,
I took the opposite approach
just for some acknowledgement.
And I got what I wanted
(as you say I always do)
but regrets and a tear-stained cheek
weren't at the top of the list.
I can't take it back,
and neither can you,
and now I don't know what to do.
I wish we could stitch our lips
and bury ourselves in some hole
so words wouldn't be a factor for once,
and our minds wouldn't have the chance
to destroy each other.
Wish we could caress the sutures
and lay there in silence
while the world just fucks off,
along with everyone else.
How can you still say I haven't made any mistakes,
when they're right in front of your face?
You should have noticed a few
as they slid down your cheek,
because I can feel them as they fall down mine.
I hate myself for breaking promises,
and not turning back time.
I've made you hate me just to feel,
and I became the one fucking thing
that I never wanted to be,
just for some attention.
And now seeing you makes me cry,
because instead of being everything you want,
I became everything you've ever hated.
And that kills me more than anything you do ever could.
and. . .Insecurities
Don't hate yourself,
when you can always hate me
for never understanding why you're upset.
You could always write me a letter.
Pain is a four-letter word
that comes with the best of them.
And she always seems
to be holding hands with Despondency,
as they loiter behind your eyes.
You think my insecurities are justified?
Why are they less trivial than yours?
Thoughts can't be wrong
if they're how you feel.
Life isn't about living others' expectations,
so step on the boundaries
and feel real for once.
If you're so wrong,
then tell me how the hell you're stupid,
when the only thing you can be
is human.
Caress The Sutures
I hate how I've become so fucking stupid,
and instead of making you love me,
I took the opposite approach
just for some acknowledgement.
And I got what I wanted
(as you say I always do)
but regrets and a tear-stained cheek
weren't at the top of the list.
I can't take it back,
and neither can you,
and now I don't know what to do.
I wish we could stitch our lips
and bury ourselves in some hole
so words wouldn't be a factor for once,
and our minds wouldn't have the chance
to destroy each other.
Wish we could caress the sutures
and lay there in silence
while the world just fucks off,
along with everyone else.
How can you still say I haven't made any mistakes,
when they're right in front of your face?
You should have noticed a few
as they slid down your cheek,
because I can feel them as they fall down mine.
I hate myself for breaking promises,
and not turning back time.
I've made you hate me just to feel,
and I became the one fucking thing
that I never wanted to be,
just for some attention.
And now seeing you makes me cry,
because instead of being everything you want,
I became everything you've ever hated.
And that kills me more than anything you do ever could.
and. . .Insecurities
Don't hate yourself,
when you can always hate me
for never understanding why you're upset.
You could always write me a letter.
Pain is a four-letter word
that comes with the best of them.
And she always seems
to be holding hands with Despondency,
as they loiter behind your eyes.
You think my insecurities are justified?
Why are they less trivial than yours?
Thoughts can't be wrong
if they're how you feel.
Life isn't about living others' expectations,
so step on the boundaries
and feel real for once.
If you're so wrong,
then tell me how the hell you're stupid,
when the only thing you can be
is human.