fate is an ugly word
I need a cure because I'm feeling desperate again and I want not to feel, I want only to burn away all of my senses so that I'll never fall again because getting back up is entirely too difficult and though I'm only eighteen I feel so aged and my body is far too lived in to live anymore... and sure I can preoccupy my mind for a few seconds, but my thoughts will just return to the morose and merciless agony that occupies my mind...
Wax me
Mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in
You have turned me into this
Just wish that it was bullet proof.
Periods of anger and depression are juxtaposed on the walls... purple and blue. You see, my anger does not wear red because I cannot be truly mad at you. How could I hate something that makes me so happy? I can't though I wish I could because
There's a gap in between
There's a gap where we meet
Where I end and you begin
...
Wax me
Mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in
You have turned me into this
Just wish that it was bullet proof.
Periods of anger and depression are juxtaposed on the walls... purple and blue. You see, my anger does not wear red because I cannot be truly mad at you. How could I hate something that makes me so happy? I can't though I wish I could because
There's a gap in between
There's a gap where we meet
Where I end and you begin
...