Aug 02, 2005 06:39
it's not even six but i'm watching the sun peirce the dark sky
it tears and rips at the even and floods it with light
and there are promises for today flying high like a balloon
red and swearing on the outside but inside it's just hot air
you tell me it's better but this is just how we mend and repair
with scars and wounds over bigger words when "i love you" sounds so trite
i'd love to be your paperdoll but it's gunna take more than tape to make me alright
i'm ripping apart at the seams and i'm in needance of some medication
because when the nurse comes into my head there's just complication
and the people around me want to help me but i just want to hold you
and when i hold you you leave and when you're gone i just beat myself black and blue.
so the clock strikes six and i wonder what today will bring and i fall to my knees
another screaming sobbing melodramatic scene, mainactress crying please
and these arounds are so much deeper than you, know your apathy's a knife
cutting into my flesh of indecision with your cold hard strife
my ignorant blood is drowning me in a pool of warmth
funny i'd drown myself in myself.
when even i'm my own enemy it's hard to battle the competition
when you're the one i want, but i'm lacking the ambition
all these little demons in my head are keeping me unwell
i try to fight them off, scratching at myself until my arms and legs swell.
i'll reimprove and reinvent until i'm closer to perfect
trying so hard to fit your mold and hide the defect