Dead eyes tell us stories we never wanted to hear. Leaving us no reason to live for fairy tale dreams. As we waste our strength pulling wool over our
I can see myself, vulnerable, innocent, just what you were looking for. You set the stage for what is my life and I've played it back a million times
There's a stranger in my head who wants a hand in my death. There's this weight on my chest stealing away my breath. There's a mask on my face that only
Tell me, I want to to know, just how it felt. To hold it in your hand. Feel it in your arm. Did you feel the heat pour into your veins? Tell me about
Bedtime, I can't close these aching eyes. Memories, I can never just let them ride. And you, you know me well, sometimes better then I know myself. Sometimes
There's no words, to describe the feeling. The helplessness, the numbness, that ran through my veins. And I never got a chance, a chance to say good-
If I could only believe in the words you said, if I could only relate to the thoughts you had, then maybe I wouldn't feel like you're the enemy. If you
I've become my favorite stranger just when things are getting desperate. I've become my most hated rival just when it seemed like I could finally put
I'm ridden with the guilt of unspoken words, uneasy thoughts, and a head full of zeros. Silence is golden and our smiles forced on our face. We hold
I want to feel what it's like to feel. I want to know what it's like to know.. Sometimes I just want to burn this picture. Feel what it's like to feel
Pictures embedded in my mind. It makes no sense to regret those things we could never change. Cause all of these things are a real part of me. Sleepless
Critic to an extreme, your way of being seen, no matter the expense, it's about the attention you get. You got it. Thin line separates, how much I can