Bleeding Wrists and Fake Pearls
I’m so tired of trying so damn hard for people who never try for me
I can’t stand hating the person in the mirror I see
I’m so tired of fighting my battles on top of everyone else’s
I’m so sick of always begging for help
I’m so done with fake smiles and fake tattoos
There’s no importance in them, they are of no use
Nothing is forever, nah not even this world
Forever doesn’t exist in bleeding wrists and fake pearls
Why wear black when you can shine bright as flames
Nothing lasts forever, not even our shames
All the sideways glances cast in backwards directions
You’re just dying to see the fading of past revelations
The smoke may clear, but the ash is still there
It’s written in bloody footprints on the stairs
Nobody cares
Nobody listens anymore
The stories of old are never spoke
I’m not trying to provoke
I just want this to be known
I’m alive
I’m here
I’m not going anywhere
Living with aches and pains is easy to bare
The real trial is when you live half dead
Nothing can be spoken, nothing can be said
You can’t tell a soul, or find the right words
But as you look to the sky you fly as high as the birds
You soar
Or at least you want to
It can be achieved if passion flows through
Freely through you
I’m just the same way
I’m the same as you
We are all equal
And yet we are so much more than we ever knew
The power is inside
It’s right inside of you
It’s right inside of me
Stand up and fight
We can bring forth a new beginning
I’m tired of living a life as a stray
So unwanted with nothing to light my way
Filling the void with even more decay
I just keep waiting for the day
I’ll die or come to life
I wonder why it is I’m not enough
But in reality I’m just the right stuff
I’m made up and out of love
And that is why I hate who I am but love what I’ve done
I can be bigger than me
I can be bigger than you
I can be bigger than this ache
This torment I go through
I can be strong
I can be weak
But as long as I’m still here
I will always be me
I’m so tired of trying so damn hard for people who never try for me
I can’t stand hating the person in the mirror I see
I’m so tired of fighting my battles on top of everyone else’s
I’m so sick of always begging for help
I’m so done with fake smiles and fake tattoos
There’s no importance in them, they are of no use
Nothing is forever, nah not even this world
Forever doesn’t exist in bleeding wrists and fake pearls
(2013)
