how do you sleep? when you feel so sick? I just feel too weak. Nothing will heal this, i need to weep hurting, but you wouldn't see how could you ever, put your faith in me.
I make myself sick. I'm sick in the head I pray for a fix But we're already dead.
Patience, is a virtue, I'll learn to, pursue. Greatness, isn't purchased, I'll be nervous, with you. Baseless, on the surface, I'll be worthless, with you. Contagious, is this fragrance, I'll learn from, anew.
Unblemished? A woman, yes but yet unfinished. A long way off from her goals and ambitions. On her way? Yes, but yet the road is long and hard, and riddled with frigid winters.
I just want to write about anything that's ever really hurt me, About everything that's ever really gotten to me. I want to let it all out. Just leave it all on the pages in odd shapes. I want it to play tricks and trade things in places they shouldn't be. And when it doesn't fit, I want it to just be the way it should be, where it falls then, perfectly.