the nothing

[pleasure_born]

you tend to worry
about what they think
slowly it drags you
toward the brink
you're wanting to be
the top of the list
and stabbing the backs
of the one's you have kissed

do you wonder why it hurts
when you think about yourself
when your puppet string love fails to work
will there be anybody else
to love or care
cuz there isn't anyone there
just a bunch of lies
the make up for your disguise

label them guilty
for the shit that you hide
holding no morals
cuz you're so occupied
with wanting to be
the fairest of all
yea, we'll all ignore you
whenever you call

ever wonder why it hurts
being someone like yourself
you use to mean more than dirt
but there are no feelings left
no love, can't care
can't hate what isn't there
we all see what you've been
a complete fucking waste of skin