I look the same, every time I check In the mirror I see nothing but a wreck You say I'm nice, but what the heck; How nice would I be with a slit across my neck?
Out of her own womb, him she bore Growing up, finding himself, himself he tore He told her his secret, and she made him sore And still she's saddened when he can take no more
In my life, there was almost nothing I lack Melancholy spread, though, like in glass, a crack I realized just as to joy I turned my back, That for a reason I was made to look good in black
When we close our eyes for the last time, where do we go? Is it based on who we worship, or what we do and what we know? Will the best people go to Hell for loving so-and-so? Are we just pieces in the game that God foresaw?
When you want to be with someone who doesn't feel the same way You tend to stay up all night, you tend to think about them all day It hurts that you're so close, because you're so far away It hurts to hear the lies of "it's gonna be okay"...
"You're too thick to be any good!" "You're too fat; stop gorging that food!" "You're so stale, it's like you're made of wood!" You're just the one who no one understood...
"Things you can bend, you can repair"; The laws of life, they seem too fair. The analogy is wrong, those you can't compare; Like broken glass, is a heart in despair.