You want a timer on your heart
You want a timer on your heart to count to your death
You want your lungs filled with water until your gasping for breath
A noose around your neck because your choked with regret
Your brain tied up to dry from the thoughts that are inside
Your eyes pierced because of the tears they have cried
Cut out of your skull so they don’t have to see
As you try to discern what other people need
But the tears and the breathing has a death of its own when one lives to please someone that befriends to disown, so disown me and fucking leave me alone I fucking hate how this life leaves nothing to be decided
If there is something worth crying for I’ve for damn sure cried it
Until my body has soaked and the last drop dried inside it
Makes the usual fuck look on and judge this shit
Like I’m some kind of piece that deserves to get lit
Just to be happy and make it day to day
claim all the fucking answers ill beat them out until this will stop, and wont quit until you have shed your last fucking thought
(2010)
