My spirit has finally gone numb
Considering all the knives that
Have been thrown at me
I guess it was bound to happen eventually, Right?
I can only paint on a smile for so long
Until I run out
I can only pretend I didn't hear what you said for so long
Before it becomes too loud
And you'll wonder what's wrong with me
And why I don't speak
And why it seems like I've given up on everything lately
All the while not realizing
You contributed to me being this way
Because I'm the weird one for thinking
It's overkill to be burned at the stake
But it's fine
That's life right?
You do everything they want and
They still hunt down their best knives
I guess I better run to the store
To pick up some paint
I'm going to need one hell of a smile
To get through this day