And I walk to the mirror just to fix myself
Yeah, life gets harder when you love nothing else
So I pick my pills from the counter drawer
Pick my self esteem up off the fuckin' floor
I guess I'm woman of no recourse
'Cause I cracked another bottle, got no remorse
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I wear my crown of thorns and pull the knife out my chest.
I keep searching for something that I never seem to find.
But maybe I won't, because I left it all behind.
Now I'm stuck with this, and that'll never change
Always a part of me, until the very last day.
Where to go from here? What road to travel on?
I spent my whole life choosing, and I always chose wrong.
Will I try to have the will to be alive?
Will I try because I've never seen the light?
Blow it to the ground and it's now you see,
You spent your whole life taking the best of me
Where'd you go? Where's your home?
How'd you end up all alone?
Can you hear me now?
There's no light, there's no sound.
Hard to breathe, when you're underground.
Can you hear me now? Hear me now
How low can I keep pretending to be?
That all the stars in the sky could mean something to me.
Heaven will open up if I live on my knees.
A woman of many words, but of few deeds.
Walking these streets, so absent of hope.
A pillow of concrete, a man with no home.
Lend him a hand, then we're walking the way.
Leave the virtue of pity, but we live with the shame.
So scared to dream in a world with no sunlight.
When you wake up, you know it's darker than last night.
Quickly we forget, sacrifice gone by.
Born to walk away, been walking my whole life.
Oh you are my crystal queen
You bring me high
You bring me low
You take me places I'd never go
You whisper things inside my head
You never let me go to bed
I forget the days
I forget the hours
Life is a raincloud
With no flowers
You destroy my body
And control my mind
When you call me
Than you I find
Why can't I beat you Devilish queen
The addiction too strong,
too tough, too mean
I go without you for days and even weeks
But you call so often to me
That in your arms I long to be
But than I hate what it is I do
I'd give anything to be rid of you
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Teardrops on my notepad
Dope sick feels so bad
Everything seems so fucked up
I'm about to go mad
My life tried to live right
This night hope will end right
Hell's doors open wide
Inside here's your invite
One breath should I use it?
Life/Death should I choose it?
These thoughts, collective
Im trying to alter my perspective
I'm coming to a halt
But to stop is my objective
Time is running out
My luck is running thin
I've struggled too long not to win or die trying
I see the clock ticking buying time time is flying
I smile at defeat still inside Im crying
Look into the sky asking why I cant live a simple life
Its a lie to try an say the grass isnt greener on the other side
A poor excuse for Heavens set
Cause I cant climb the fench no matter how hard I try
Im wrapped in bared wire wondering whose on my side
Rusty knives in back
Theres no where left for me to hid
Im wrapped up in sins so Im in for a ride
I'd commit suicide but I dont wanna die
Im sick of getting high
An Im sick of these games
There's not enough drugs to take
To take away the pain
I loved you, you made me, hate me. You gave me, hate, see?. It saved me and these tears are deadly. You feel that? I rip back, every time you tried to steal that. You feel bad? you feel sad? I'm sorry, hell no fuck that! It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife. This strife it dies, this life and these lies. And these lungs have sung this song for too long, and its true I hurt too, remember I loved you!
Why do I want to blot out everything? Why do I want to kill off the person that I am? Why do I always want to become this unfeeling monster, fueled by whatever chemicals I can find to put in my body?
I fear being like everyone I hate, I fear failure, I fear losing control. I love balancing between chaos and control with everything I do. I always have a fear of going one way or another, getting lost in something, or losing everything to get lost in. And I fear being a completely acceptable sheep in society.
what people think about me is none of my business
People don't make sense to me...I have no comfort zone I don't know how to live. I feel like an alien.
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Ketea
01:07 Apr 30 2011
Well regardless of what someone thinks of themselves, I still like you. :)