I GIVE THE FUCK UP, I DONE WITH LIFE, I'M DONE WITH EVERYTHING.
"HIDE AND SEEK" BY IMOGEN HEAP LYRICS
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah off course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
"Oh, yeah, it's easy to say, "just get over me". BUT, it's going to take awhile. So just be patient. One day this artificial smile will wear away and I will move and I won't be a burden.
To those that were at the Bekka's place on friday, you'll know what I'm talking about when I say I wish the cards were right. Maybe if I die, I'll be less of everyone problems and bekka can live her life with out the crazy, jealous, loud, obnoxious, stupid, retarded, fat, not will to change ex girlfriend around!
And the last thing I need to hear right now is "everything is going to be ok and I'll be alright", cause I know I'm not.
I feel heartbroken, disgusting, and used.
I hate myself. I hate myself for ever believing in a second chance. I hate myself for ever believing that people deserve the benefit of the doubt and a second chance. I hate myself for ever believing that my first love would be my last love. I hate myself for believing that I could make her see that someone else loves her. I hate myself for ever believing that I could make her happy. Maybe fate is telling me that I don't belong with anyone. Maybe I'm doomed to live a life full of lies and please myself in my own kinky ways with out help. I can't help but have this feeling that no matter what, I'm never going make anyone happy. There is always going to be something I say or do, that will upset, offend, piss off, or turn off someone. Maybe I belong alone.
Look at my pictures. Yes, the pretty smile is attractive isn't it. That is what you want to see. A happy face in a photograph. The person in the picture smiling and being happy, but have you ever sat back to analyze the picture and see the inner guilt, pain, and sorrow that the person is feeling. No, all you see is a group of people smiling to hide their inner demons. My demons are killing me. I've let myself fall to far into the hole of love that I scratch to get out and so far, I'm about 2500 miles in the hole. One mile per day, I'm getting out. Day by day I'm getting higher and higher, and as soon as I see her eyes, or see her face, or she kisses me, I grab a loose rock and fall back in a have to start over. I'm so sick of this shit!
Just leave me alone
*Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken*
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah off course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
"Oh, yeah, it's easy to say, "just get over me". BUT, it's going to take awhile. So just be patient. One day this artificial smile will wear away and I will move and I won't be a burden.
To those that were at the Bekka's place on friday, you'll know what I'm talking about when I say I wish the cards were right. Maybe if I die, I'll be less of everyone problems and bekka can live her life with out the crazy, jealous, loud, obnoxious, stupid, retarded, fat, not will to change ex girlfriend around!
And the last thing I need to hear right now is "everything is going to be ok and I'll be alright", cause I know I'm not.
I feel heartbroken, disgusting, and used.
I hate myself. I hate myself for ever believing in a second chance. I hate myself for ever believing that people deserve the benefit of the doubt and a second chance. I hate myself for ever believing that my first love would be my last love. I hate myself for believing that I could make her see that someone else loves her. I hate myself for ever believing that I could make her happy. Maybe fate is telling me that I don't belong with anyone. Maybe I'm doomed to live a life full of lies and please myself in my own kinky ways with out help. I can't help but have this feeling that no matter what, I'm never going make anyone happy. There is always going to be something I say or do, that will upset, offend, piss off, or turn off someone. Maybe I belong alone.
Look at my pictures. Yes, the pretty smile is attractive isn't it. That is what you want to see. A happy face in a photograph. The person in the picture smiling and being happy, but have you ever sat back to analyze the picture and see the inner guilt, pain, and sorrow that the person is feeling. No, all you see is a group of people smiling to hide their inner demons. My demons are killing me. I've let myself fall to far into the hole of love that I scratch to get out and so far, I'm about 2500 miles in the hole. One mile per day, I'm getting out. Day by day I'm getting higher and higher, and as soon as I see her eyes, or see her face, or she kisses me, I grab a loose rock and fall back in a have to start over. I'm so sick of this shit!
Just leave me alone
*Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken*