and now kids for the main event.
more writing i've been holding out from ya'll.
explaining what it is could take up all our time. time only exists when you wear a smile.
i figure this road for destruction is meant for me not you. im self mutilating and self exasperating. drowning myself only to be closer to peace. center myself between these nails and feel closer to god. so easily i got lost in its eyes and felt alright. where did my guard go and how could it climb the wall. forgetting what got me here is what put me back in line. im shutting myself off and closing all doors to features that flood red. grasping the thing you want only to wake up surrounded by sand and falling victim to another mirage. it knows what steps i take to avoid breaking egg shells, but simply i'll fail.
sharing my sheets may seperate me, so where does that leave us.
what is it that makes everything gravitate towards you? reversal of this magnetism seems expected, but neglected. constantly fighting gale force winds and knee deep snow just to get a reaction. what such simple and innocent feelings leave me empty and alone. watch as my mind wins this tug of war verses heart. watch as broken glass seems easier to swallow than words you speak. wheres the grass thats greener on the other side..wheres my butterflies.do you think about consequences when nagivating my veins or am i simply just here to pass the time. the defintion of possesve doesnt start with i trust you. being so involved i often forget how lucky i am. i've been broken down too many times to be put through this again. i break in two only because im scared and have no idea how to react. my arms are fucking spaghetti noodles as i try to type this.. you know what it feels like to have your gut ripped out and put on display so exactly how should this been seen. my intentions arent to drive you away, simply showing emotion isn't criminal. for you behind these bars i'll sit until you see fit.
when the blind lead the blind we both walk off the cliff.
letters and words forming sentences and paragraphs seem completely pointless if their meaning never come across. breaking my fingers before i press redial and follow the usual course of making things worse by opening my mouth. how many times has it been since ive felt like this? how many times will i listen to this same cd skip? im a press kit filled information that will give me the best review and im starting to feel suffocated by the cellophane that surrounds me. my overconfidence is my mental suicide. who needs a razor blade when you're slowly killing yourself with kindness. what i have to offer is exceptional and unique..what you deserve is cold and sleek.
its like you wrote the book on what buttons to push.
set yourself up for the fall. stand close to an edge and let go of restraints. forget the things you hold inside and remember only you can look out for you. turning my back to this and im gonna keep my word. people whisper behind your back and say the things that sting more than bleach on a puncture wound. the happiest i ever am is most certaintly the worst i ever feel. without control im merely a drone and subject to what im given. i have to get out of this web, free myself and find something i deserve. standing there and feeling so out of place. in my own shoes i dont even know myself anymore. choke on every breath you take and i wont forget what your smile looks like. damn yourself and wonder why sleeping alone feels exactly like it should. close your eyes and realize that darkness is the only thing that keeps you sane. if tears were acid do you think your skin could keep that shade? what keeps me from excommunicating myself from everyone and everything? when writing doesnt bring me closure i know something is terribly wrong. im forcing myself to lay in the middle of the interstate and the bright lights will bring me freedom. none of this has made any sense to me so why are you still standing there?
explaining what it is could take up all our time. time only exists when you wear a smile.
i figure this road for destruction is meant for me not you. im self mutilating and self exasperating. drowning myself only to be closer to peace. center myself between these nails and feel closer to god. so easily i got lost in its eyes and felt alright. where did my guard go and how could it climb the wall. forgetting what got me here is what put me back in line. im shutting myself off and closing all doors to features that flood red. grasping the thing you want only to wake up surrounded by sand and falling victim to another mirage. it knows what steps i take to avoid breaking egg shells, but simply i'll fail.
sharing my sheets may seperate me, so where does that leave us.
what is it that makes everything gravitate towards you? reversal of this magnetism seems expected, but neglected. constantly fighting gale force winds and knee deep snow just to get a reaction. what such simple and innocent feelings leave me empty and alone. watch as my mind wins this tug of war verses heart. watch as broken glass seems easier to swallow than words you speak. wheres the grass thats greener on the other side..wheres my butterflies.do you think about consequences when nagivating my veins or am i simply just here to pass the time. the defintion of possesve doesnt start with i trust you. being so involved i often forget how lucky i am. i've been broken down too many times to be put through this again. i break in two only because im scared and have no idea how to react. my arms are fucking spaghetti noodles as i try to type this.. you know what it feels like to have your gut ripped out and put on display so exactly how should this been seen. my intentions arent to drive you away, simply showing emotion isn't criminal. for you behind these bars i'll sit until you see fit.
when the blind lead the blind we both walk off the cliff.
letters and words forming sentences and paragraphs seem completely pointless if their meaning never come across. breaking my fingers before i press redial and follow the usual course of making things worse by opening my mouth. how many times has it been since ive felt like this? how many times will i listen to this same cd skip? im a press kit filled information that will give me the best review and im starting to feel suffocated by the cellophane that surrounds me. my overconfidence is my mental suicide. who needs a razor blade when you're slowly killing yourself with kindness. what i have to offer is exceptional and unique..what you deserve is cold and sleek.
its like you wrote the book on what buttons to push.
set yourself up for the fall. stand close to an edge and let go of restraints. forget the things you hold inside and remember only you can look out for you. turning my back to this and im gonna keep my word. people whisper behind your back and say the things that sting more than bleach on a puncture wound. the happiest i ever am is most certaintly the worst i ever feel. without control im merely a drone and subject to what im given. i have to get out of this web, free myself and find something i deserve. standing there and feeling so out of place. in my own shoes i dont even know myself anymore. choke on every breath you take and i wont forget what your smile looks like. damn yourself and wonder why sleeping alone feels exactly like it should. close your eyes and realize that darkness is the only thing that keeps you sane. if tears were acid do you think your skin could keep that shade? what keeps me from excommunicating myself from everyone and everything? when writing doesnt bring me closure i know something is terribly wrong. im forcing myself to lay in the middle of the interstate and the bright lights will bring me freedom. none of this has made any sense to me so why are you still standing there?