Eyes crossed in frustration
Each cell in my body on edge
I'm feeling a little bit guilty
for wishing you were dead.
In a crowd full of strangers
I finally feel at ease;
the pressure of your gaze
was starting to get to me.
I wanted your approval
more then I wanted mine.
I'm not sure what you wanted
but I made you a shrine.
I hope that thats not creepy
please don't call me names
I'd rather sticks and stones
then quarry for insults aimed
on this road I'm traveling
I'll surely go insane
Lest my suffering is ended
by this bullet to my brain...
scrolling through a list of friends
wanting to ask for help
but I can't hit the send button
and you're too far to hear me yell.
I'm in the midst of a crowd
of people who don't care
and I was happy for a while.
Needed no approval there.
I guess I didn't need yours either
but I wanted it so much
maybe all I've ever needed
was to learn to trust.
Trust in myself, and trust in you.
Doing what I want, the way you wanted me to.