I can make you hate me. I know what to say, To force you to walk away. I know what to do to cease this from ever being able to be.
I know what to do, To make you leave. I can do it, too. I can no longer grieve.
I look in the mirror- And try to see me. The only one that I am proud to be. But all I see when I look in my eyes- Is a web of lies- An excuse for a soul from one who will never be whole- A ******** other.
I figured it out, I know why we want to run. We can't give up now, That wouldn't be any fun.
Try to tell me I'm okay. Tell me that I'm alright- Because I swear I've never felt this dead inside.
I can't look at people, Without seeing each as an interchangeable steeple.
Alucarda Incarnate · Tue Aug 06, 2013 @ 06:40am · 0 Comments |