IT'S BEEN...
perfect little dream
the kind that hurts the most
forgot how it feels,
well almost.
no one to blame
always the same
open my eyes wake up in flames
it took you to make me realize
it took you to make me realize
it took you to make me see thelight
smashed up my sanity
smashed up integrity
smashed up what i believed in
smashed up what's left of me
smashed up my everything
smashed up all that was true
gonna smash myself to pieces,
i don't know what else to do
covered in hope and vaseline
still cannot fix this broken machine
watching the hole it used to be mine
just watching it burn in my steady systematic decline
of the trust iw ill betray
give it to me,
i throw it away
after everything i've done
i hate myself for what i've become
i tried
i gave up
throw it away
it's been tiring. i've been worrying. i've been hurting. i've been thinking. everyone has a place where they belong. i'm still trying to find... seems sometimes like i'm just not fitting in and maybe that's okay. and maybe i'm not thinking too much about it. because i don't know how to think. i was talking to stacy and she touched on something i said. she knew it went deeper than that without me even having to say anything. now that's someone that actually has a clue about me and the person that i am. i'll find it though. i'm not searching hard, but it'll come when it comes. right?
the kind that hurts the most
forgot how it feels,
well almost.
no one to blame
always the same
open my eyes wake up in flames
it took you to make me realize
it took you to make me realize
it took you to make me see thelight
smashed up my sanity
smashed up integrity
smashed up what i believed in
smashed up what's left of me
smashed up my everything
smashed up all that was true
gonna smash myself to pieces,
i don't know what else to do
covered in hope and vaseline
still cannot fix this broken machine
watching the hole it used to be mine
just watching it burn in my steady systematic decline
of the trust iw ill betray
give it to me,
i throw it away
after everything i've done
i hate myself for what i've become
i tried
i gave up
throw it away
it's been tiring. i've been worrying. i've been hurting. i've been thinking. everyone has a place where they belong. i'm still trying to find... seems sometimes like i'm just not fitting in and maybe that's okay. and maybe i'm not thinking too much about it. because i don't know how to think. i was talking to stacy and she touched on something i said. she knew it went deeper than that without me even having to say anything. now that's someone that actually has a clue about me and the person that i am. i'll find it though. i'm not searching hard, but it'll come when it comes. right?