You put a self portrait
On a pedestal made by you.
Do you see me as a burden
With some modifying to do?
You're so silent
When I say hypocrite,
Maybe make a list for me
Of the crimes that I commit.
If I'm such a sinner
I wont be afraid
To leave this place and everyone,
Sanity stretching thinner.
For I am not the demon
You make me out to be
Give me the word of the
Sad, Sad Seventeen
I hope you're satisfied,
The reason why
I'm dead inside.
Keep your clutter
On your own heap,
Pray the devil my soul to reap
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC
You put a self portrait
On a pedestal made by you.
Do you see me as a burden
With some modifying to do?
You're so silent
When I say hypocrite,
Maybe make a list for me
Of the crimes that I commit.
If I'm such a sinner
I wont be afraid
To leave this place and everyone,
Sanity stretching thinner.
For I am not the demon
You make me out to be
Give me the word of the
Sad, Sad Seventeen
I hope you're satisfied,
The reason why
I'm dead inside.
Keep your clutter
On your own heap,
Pray the devil my soul to reap
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