and she'll say she's okaybut really she's a mess, a deep dark mess all scattered around like so many fallen leaves crunching c r u n c h i n g as she steps on them. And she'll tell you she's just tired --no she isn't lying, it's what she tells herself too-- but when the razor blade is in her hand it doesn't really look that way anymore, does it? [No it doesn't, this is when you're supposed to close your eyes and stop looking stop looking stop looking for your own fucking good please just stop looking.] Yes, this is when you're supposed to not notice how much of a complete wreck she is, this is when you're supposed to bask in the illusion that yeah, she cuts herself, sure, but she's holding it together. No worries.But really, she's a walking disaster always has been always will be. She was last year too, last year when everything was so wonderful and she was bleeding all over the ocean-blue sky splattering the milky-white clouds but oh well, the red helped her see the stars and that was w
NoKing -OpenI really shouldn\'t of come here,shouldn\'t of come this far,but just one lookand i thought you smiled my namewith just one look,that's why i came.I told you, \"Tread lightlythis mind is thin ice,\"but you say that's okay--that one more shot can\'t kill meand one more drag can\'t kill meand one more drink can\'t kill meand one more go can\'t kill meand one more spin can\'t kill meand one more pill can\'t kill meand one more hit can\'t kill meand one more drug can\'t kill mejust one more hour can\'t kill me-And yes, you leave me standing,but broken apart.It all makes me sick,sick and tired to my heart.Everything sounds like rainand everything feels like shamewhen i\'m the only one to blamefor everything taken away.It\'s dust to dust,rust to rust,all blown away.And i\'m only afraid to die because i wake up everyday.