this feeling of calmness,
it won't always last.
breathe in the fresh air,
and take off your mask.

show your true identity,
for tonight is simply for you.
make it spectacular,
and learn something new.

darling, why are you shy?
this feeling won't last forever.
just look up to the sky,
catch the birds first feather.

these drugs are only temporary,
so make the most of them while you can.
for tomorrow will be back to normal,
and your final song will be sang.

stitched and knitted,
sown and grown.
I'm so fragile,
on my own.

you can easily break me,
whenever you want to.
I'm under your control,
my life revolves around you.

you see,
you can drop me,
break me,
shatter me,
and **** me.
but I will forever be under your control,
for I am your ragdoll and you are my curse.

It almost offends me
when people say
that they're able to release
their innermost thoughts
whenever they write a poem song.

Can we honestly delve
into the depths of our hearts
with a bit of ink
or typed-up words?

Do our thoughts sound the same
when they've been released
from their cave,
their home?

Can we really portray
how we're feeling inside
just by releasing contorted words
or a twisted phrase?

Our thoughts will always remain enigmatic
because maybe they're not meant to be heard
by people who can't express
how they're truly feeling inside.

let the reaper take my soul,
you can't save me now.
set me free from all this mess,
i really don't know how.

can't you see it's what I want?
i don't want to be saved.
wouldn't it be easier to let me go?
dig me a deep enough grave.

the thought of death excites me,
and I don't fear it at all.
i want my lifeless body,
to lie there nice and small.

there's nothing more to fight for,
nothing left to give.
nothing for me in this world,
i don't want to live.

do you wanna know what love is to me?

it's this funny feeling,
that not even god can explain.
it causes desire, need and hatred..
but most of all pain.

but what is love?
is it a phase?
can we break its cycle?
is there an end?

for those who fall into it,
do not choose.
some may win,
but most of them lose.

death is calling,
i can feel it in my bones.
so if death wants me...

i'm ready to go