Jan 30, 2005 18:18
Pens and Tabletops
Why do you act this way
Why do you run to others
Why do you do this
I'm not what you want.
Through those deceiving words
You twist my thoughts
And twist my tongue.
I think they're true
But it's all in my head.
Nothing is real
Nothing exists.
Existentialism is me.
This place isn't for me
This time isn't for me
This life isn't real
This life should end.
Why am I like this
Why do I care.
I wish it was over
I wish this was real.
I'm a tool
And it kills.
Tears me up.
Make it end
Make it end
Make it end
Make it end
Make it end
Make it end.
"Pull the trigger and the nightmare stops
Pull the trigger."
The Brake is on the Left
Don't look
It's not there.
Find it elsewhere
By accident.
Disturbing but true.
Fills me with hate
Breaks my control.
Steal my heart.
Toss it around
For your personal pleasure.
There's no going back
I'm caught
In your trap.
Please let me go
Set me free
From your game.
I guess nothing I say
Or nothing I do
Means anything.
All I want is you
And all you want is others.
Or atleast
Free me
From your deadly grasp