Fixing Myself...
I always fix myself When I need to. Put the bandages on the wrists-- Close the caps on the pills-- Put the lid on the syringe-- And put the blade in the dresser. It's all over-- I'm all better-- Past on the smile-- Cover up the emptiness-- Bury the bitterness-- And say a joke. It tells them that you're okay. Laugh a little-- Pretend to eat-- They'll never learn-- Of your deceit. They think you're fine-- Tears have never been your-- Strong suit-- To them you're a fighter-- You don't ever give up on life. But they just never see-- When the door closes... The smile drops-- The tears fall-- The blood runs-- And I end the facade. But when I need to-- I will always fix myself. No matter how much it hurts-- No matter how much I'm suffering-- They have to think I'm okay-- Because if they don't-- I will know that I'm not okay... It will be true that my life is horrible-- It will be a fact that I hate myself-- I have to fix myself... Alright, I'm fixed.
Sin of fallen angels · Wed Aug 09, 2006 @ 03:47am · 0 Comments |