Cross Out My Eyes And Sew My Lips.
i'm the feeling like the lines on paper
so blank yet however so bold
frustrated with everything happening around me
i can't stand people
i can't stand school
i can't stand the ways sometimes your voice rings
i can't stand the ways i feel when i duel with myself
i'm lacking the words to make conversation
i'm seeing little less of a need to laugh anymore
my nails are grinded down to the skin
they have put ages upon me since i've taken my leave
blood blisters and semi heart failure
white specks say i'm lying
ink tells me he loves me
small talk and the time rewinding tells me i'm somewhere i'm not
sticky eyes and time fast-forwarding tells me i'm in a traffic jam mess
i've given myself raccoon eyes
i've given myself a name i dare not like
bipolar, absurd
conceded, i concur
i'd rather die from the coolness of the air
i'd rather fancy myself with this warm feeling rushing to my head
twist me about this rose covered pedestal
leave every scratch untouched
and leave every leaf within my hair
lift my head silently
and within footsteps let me follow
there can be not one, but two
there may and may not be a fight with a good intention
the same with reasoning, emotions, and words
and there can not be love if there is no heart to love
and there can not be no love if there isn't a home to find.
so blank yet however so bold
frustrated with everything happening around me
i can't stand people
i can't stand school
i can't stand the ways sometimes your voice rings
i can't stand the ways i feel when i duel with myself
i'm lacking the words to make conversation
i'm seeing little less of a need to laugh anymore
my nails are grinded down to the skin
they have put ages upon me since i've taken my leave
blood blisters and semi heart failure
white specks say i'm lying
ink tells me he loves me
small talk and the time rewinding tells me i'm somewhere i'm not
sticky eyes and time fast-forwarding tells me i'm in a traffic jam mess
i've given myself raccoon eyes
i've given myself a name i dare not like
bipolar, absurd
conceded, i concur
i'd rather die from the coolness of the air
i'd rather fancy myself with this warm feeling rushing to my head
twist me about this rose covered pedestal
leave every scratch untouched
and leave every leaf within my hair
lift my head silently
and within footsteps let me follow
there can be not one, but two
there may and may not be a fight with a good intention
the same with reasoning, emotions, and words
and there can not be love if there is no heart to love
and there can not be no love if there isn't a home to find.