I say i wanna be heathy and happy.
But i turn up the noise.
And the iv drips a steady stream of poison.
I think i have nothing left.
But having the feeling i'm loving it.
Break my bones so i can heal them.
Crazy's i believe the medical term.
When you wanna recover.
But you don't wanna learn.
keep breaking what's been fixed a million time's.
And give me a shot of that iodine.
I can't make reality connect.
You push me til i have nothing left.
But if you want to wake up.
Why?! you still sing these lullabie's to me.
i'll run in circles til i crash.
One day these step's might be my last.
So if you want to save me.
Drepression is like a big furry coat made out of dead thing's wanting to keep me warm.
Hearing scream's and cry's from a coner.
Listening to what i hear in the night.
Tear's go down my face.
Feeling them moving down my face onto my chest.
Holding a knife til i realize i'm destroying my life.
Hearing myself blaming some one esle for my mistack.
But i do not wanna learn.
So give me a shot of that iodine.
Crying... i don't like pain.
I'm starting to cry.
I'm good with just holding a knife.
Seeing we do this to ourself.
We do this to ourself.
We do this to ourself.
Stop blaming some one esle.
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