Every breath feels like a knife to the chest;
Nobody listens: nobody cares,
Scars on the arms; scars over the heart.
False smiles go on for a thousand miles,
Everything hurts but I go on like a marionette,
Pandemonium reigns over me like a storm.
I can’t stand the white noise inside my head;
Like nails on a chalkboard,
I wanna vanish into the dark side of light.
I want to simply forget:
No more fake friends, no more playing pretend.
I’d like to fade into dust in the arms of a dying sun.
Stuck in a perpetual loop of hopelessness;
Kindness erodes into hate,
Distress eats away at my mind like an insatiable beast.
I want to close my eyes and let it all go;
I wanna break down and shout it all out,
Walls close in on me as I struggle to breathe
Someone reach out and pull me out of this horrible dream.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC
Every breath feels like a knife to the chest;
Nobody listens: nobody cares,
Scars on the arms; scars over the heart.
False smiles go on for a thousand miles,
Everything hurts but I go on like a marionette,
Pandemonium reigns over me like a storm.
I can’t stand the white noise inside my head;
Like nails on a chalkboard,
I wanna vanish into the dark side of light.
I want to simply forget:
No more fake friends, no more playing pretend.
I’d like to fade into dust in the arms of a dying sun.
Stuck in a perpetual loop of hopelessness;
Kindness erodes into hate,
Distress eats away at my mind like an insatiable beast.
I want to close my eyes and let it all go;
I wanna break down and shout it all out,
Walls close in on me as I struggle to breathe
Someone reach out and pull me out of this horrible dream.
Listening to Linkin Park
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