Jul 03, 2004 22:28
when i feel like i'm the victim,
i will come running home to you.
and i will weep like i will change,
when i come running home to you.
i'll make you believe that i'm a changed boy,
that all is good and pure.
then i'll drag you through my shit again,
cause i know you'll love me more.
i love how you world adores my dark mind,
this reflection says it all.
and all of your rosy scarred up wrist binds,
make you crucify you more.
with all of you blood,
encrusted small finds.
kiss restraints and it's just so you see the survivor in control now.
your the whore i knew you were.
so how will i let you go baby, let you fall?
so look at this changed boy all good and pure on your floor.