Guns don't kill people, people kill people
I'm sitting in blood
He asks me why I don't clean it
I tell him I have no means to
He asks why it does'nt matter
I say there's a point when people just stop caring
He asks "when did you stop caring?"
I told him I don't know if i ever cared
But I know it's a lie
When did I kill myself, lack of emotion, killed it dead
I felt nothing at one point in time
it was almost amazing 'til I realized it was relentless and cold-hearted
When did I become so atrocious I ask myself
I never even knew, as if it was in my blood from day 1
I didn't care, I willed to take my own life away
I admitted I was no good to my family and myself
i want what no one can give me, I can give to myself
But don't know if I have the drive too
I can be such bliss, but not for my ignorance for my experience
but it's almost as if I was born with this way of knwoing people
I've come to realize they are sp predictable
As if I already know how things will turn out
but this time I am left in the dark
I have no way out but to will myself out
Break the barrier, holding others safe to let myself feel the emotion
I don't feel sorry for myself, even though it isn't fair
I hate what I've become I want to be me, but I can't
I battle myself everyday, and whether I should leave my life or just start over
"She walked in the shadows, her eyes so sad
covered in black, she had no faith
Her eyes told a story which is why she never looks straight into you
Her words pierce your soul like a knife
She can tie a noose, she can hold that razor to her vein
she doesn't want to be here, but she'll stay"
I'm left with a burden on my back
Why can't I just pierce and Ink myself to hide behind my own meaning
To let everyone know before they approach me
Why is it that every of my attempts has kept me here
Why is it I can Love everyone but hate myself
I wouldnt so much if I could be the person I wanted, but I can't
turn this pain into hope
self-sabbotage to stroke away
I want to cry to let go and be me
But I know I can't
I have this last will
I hope to Fucking god or whoevers out there
That I can do this
Give me this one thing
I want to kill myself
Yet I can't because of tomorrow
He wont let me
He asks me why I don't clean it
I tell him I have no means to
He asks why it does'nt matter
I say there's a point when people just stop caring
He asks "when did you stop caring?"
I told him I don't know if i ever cared
But I know it's a lie
When did I kill myself, lack of emotion, killed it dead
I felt nothing at one point in time
it was almost amazing 'til I realized it was relentless and cold-hearted
When did I become so atrocious I ask myself
I never even knew, as if it was in my blood from day 1
I didn't care, I willed to take my own life away
I admitted I was no good to my family and myself
i want what no one can give me, I can give to myself
But don't know if I have the drive too
I can be such bliss, but not for my ignorance for my experience
but it's almost as if I was born with this way of knwoing people
I've come to realize they are sp predictable
As if I already know how things will turn out
but this time I am left in the dark
I have no way out but to will myself out
Break the barrier, holding others safe to let myself feel the emotion
I don't feel sorry for myself, even though it isn't fair
I hate what I've become I want to be me, but I can't
I battle myself everyday, and whether I should leave my life or just start over
"She walked in the shadows, her eyes so sad
covered in black, she had no faith
Her eyes told a story which is why she never looks straight into you
Her words pierce your soul like a knife
She can tie a noose, she can hold that razor to her vein
she doesn't want to be here, but she'll stay"
I'm left with a burden on my back
Why can't I just pierce and Ink myself to hide behind my own meaning
To let everyone know before they approach me
Why is it that every of my attempts has kept me here
Why is it I can Love everyone but hate myself
I wouldnt so much if I could be the person I wanted, but I can't
turn this pain into hope
self-sabbotage to stroke away
I want to cry to let go and be me
But I know I can't
I have this last will
I hope to Fucking god or whoevers out there
That I can do this
Give me this one thing
I want to kill myself
Yet I can't because of tomorrow
He wont let me