these pills arent working anymore. my guts are spilling out on the floor, of a nightmare you wouldnt believe. of a nightmare you could not conceive of.
Love me,
my razor blade.
Break my skin,
make me scream.
Sink so deep,
make me weep.
Cut my flesh,
make me bleed.
Take my life,
set me free...
this house of horrors has thirteen doors;;
behind each one is thirteen more;;
nail up the coffin and fucking bury me;;
Shes deeper then you think she is,
she has secrets of her own,
little secrets no one must know.
But all you see is the outer image,
the fake smile & cool clothes.
She smiles because thats all she can do.
Wrap it up & let it out in a week or two.
You dont see the pain
& you dont see the hurt.
You see what she wants you to see,
you'll never see the truth.
She's scared of what you'll say.
Shes scared that you will judge.
But even if you dont make a sound,
you never see the things that bring her down
So pop that pill
and put another fake smile on your face
just because the sun rises tomorrow
doesn't mean you'll make it through today
Tell me you dont drag that blade across your wrist and pray for the courage to press it down...
She's pushing that blade down on her skin, ready to commit an evil sin.
Our silohouettes are stained with our secrets we hide from everyone around us.
im seriously contemplating chewing off my tongue, to prevent from screaming out your name in these endless nights to come.
