Love is watching someone die.
What makes our innards a soul it's full of sinking feelings within our bowels
Action creates consequence and chemicals release endorphins.
Puncture your heart as emotions pour out, at least its a start
To unravel this mystery of whats makes you you and me me.
The lacerations on my scalp are my thoughts coming out.
I'll inhibit wishful thinking to protect you from them.
It's better to not be here my addiction says.
Never touched by my hands Only in meditation.
On the night Of do-overs. I cast my thoughts aside
head to my knees rubbing my eyes, I cry.
How could I be so weak, imperfect, and meek.
I don't wish to desire, to adhere, to falter.
Why is perfection so hard to be?
I just cant seem to make the choices that'll lead me
To be something im not you see...
I guess you'll just have to settle on
you being you, and me being me.
Action creates consequence and chemicals release endorphins.
Puncture your heart as emotions pour out, at least its a start
To unravel this mystery of whats makes you you and me me.
The lacerations on my scalp are my thoughts coming out.
I'll inhibit wishful thinking to protect you from them.
It's better to not be here my addiction says.
Never touched by my hands Only in meditation.
On the night Of do-overs. I cast my thoughts aside
head to my knees rubbing my eyes, I cry.
How could I be so weak, imperfect, and meek.
I don't wish to desire, to adhere, to falter.
Why is perfection so hard to be?
I just cant seem to make the choices that'll lead me
To be something im not you see...
I guess you'll just have to settle on
you being you, and me being me.