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I look back on a broken mess
Pictures shattered with the shards of glass
This is what my life means to me
I'm trying to rebuild my life, into what I'm not sure. I know that where I am is not a good place to be, and I'm afraid that where I'm heading is even worse. But in my attempt to recover, I might be causing more damage than I'm fixing. I don't know how to control my wandering mind, and a lot of the time I don't want to. I sit here taking it all in, looking for more, waiting. Always waiting for something. It's the feeling that makes me want to tear out my stomach, heart, brain, lungs, everything. It's the discomfort that makes me crazy...I need to do something about it. But everything has a hidden effect, and that only leads to other problems. Why do I willingly wait for the torture? It's the hope harbored in my mind. Hope is a dangerous thing...
It's not so much the pain, more the actual knife
Pretending the picture is perfect, I cut myself to sleep
I close my eyes for a second and meet a fragile soul
I scream to hide that I'm lonely, the echo calls my name
Pictures shattered with the shards of glass
This is what my life means to me
I'm trying to rebuild my life, into what I'm not sure. I know that where I am is not a good place to be, and I'm afraid that where I'm heading is even worse. But in my attempt to recover, I might be causing more damage than I'm fixing. I don't know how to control my wandering mind, and a lot of the time I don't want to. I sit here taking it all in, looking for more, waiting. Always waiting for something. It's the feeling that makes me want to tear out my stomach, heart, brain, lungs, everything. It's the discomfort that makes me crazy...I need to do something about it. But everything has a hidden effect, and that only leads to other problems. Why do I willingly wait for the torture? It's the hope harbored in my mind. Hope is a dangerous thing...
It's not so much the pain, more the actual knife
Pretending the picture is perfect, I cut myself to sleep
I close my eyes for a second and meet a fragile soul
I scream to hide that I'm lonely, the echo calls my name