01/15/15
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
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