If the pain was psychosomatic
Then the placebo would have been enough for me
So would have been my dreams
And everything
Everything would have been enough for me
Everything would have been great, I bet
But the pain is not
And still, everything will be
I have lost the love I had at first
So goes the life within me
So does pain make a mansion out of me
So births a smile without any teeth
Then hands will grab my face
And he will make a portrait out of me
Use a knife to curve my lips up
And make my smile look brand new
Then he will take my pieces, helplessly broken
And stick me together with glue
"Oh, look!" he'll say, "how lovely!"
How lovely I look while I decay!
While I bleed he'll say the red reminds him of roses
That I remind him of beauty!
But he does not want to see me during the day!
Because dark is only meant for night
And he will tell me I should stay!
"Oh, lovely Angel!" he likes to call me
But only a true lover would know angels are all dead
So dead I am
So do I fly away at night while he is sleeping
So goes the life within me
So he no longer notices me
And I am twirling on broken glass with bare feet
Outside his window by the city where he first kissed me
Dare he remember and that might kill him
So you would think from how he talks
Or how he never looks at me at all
In a red blood dress I spin endlessly
And he will tell me he wouldn't change me
And he will call all of this destiny!
He will say destiny is what killed me!
And made me an Angel for an end to some months
Because I had to die in order to become one
And after he's made me a portrait I will be more!
A poem or book or some decor
That masks my pain as artistic pleasure
That uses my blood to paint a version that's better
Whichever it is that they will buy
That I am not counting down the time
And maybe they will believe this was all just for show
And that anything was never wrong at all
I guess that is better, I bet
Let the darkness swallow itself whole
And disappear into the wall
And pretend you didn't turn the lights off