I would **** the venom from your wound,
If you’d come close enough to the ground,
Come down for a day and rest your head,
You don’t have to stay, but I can’t see you dead.
Your gashes are self-inflicted,
Your soul has been addicted since day one
When you first felt the sun,
Because when you listen you understand,
You were born a boy and transformed into a man.
You burnt your bridges and then mourned their loss,
You lie back in sunglasses and catch a tan on the cross.
Lies are your clothes,
You layer up and talk the talk,
You’ll take every blow,
If it means you can walk the walk.

Your brain blacks out and your mouth becomes a portal to the deepest corner of your mind,
My lips pout, as you crave the immortal, and I am sickened by the selfishness I find.

Before you leave like I know you will,
I’ll force the sun to stand still,
Relish in what is now,
Let yourself take a bow.
We all want to be special but no one could stand to be alone,
Your mind binds your heart, but I can feel you to the bone.
Every dark story pours from you like a fountain,
The tallest mountain shuddered when you approached him,
You declared your sins with pride,
Before you decided to run and hide.
Afflicted by others beauty stuck in your eyes,
The mirror shows the boy you used to despise,
So you killed him, and you buried him there,
You marked your body and cut your hair.
You placed yourself high enough for everyone to see,
They watch as you drown, and you smile with glee,
One day this will make a great story,
Then maybe they’d be sorry,
The man you are is split into parts,
They drink your beer and smoke your darts,
Children of your mind you’ve let grow,
Things we should keep hidden show off to the world without shame,
And if you’re ever done seeking fame
Know that I know you from the inside,
I’ve seen the “you” that you’ve denied,
Just relax, and learn to say:
“I’ve done enough, it’s been a good day.”

You forget how to stay the same because it took so long for you to love yourself,
You are a siren on the rocks with your heart on your sleeve and a bottle on the shelf,

You are a fire; so pick a side:
Light their way or burn them alive.
Children are so cruel, I know this well,
Home is a heaven and outside is hell.

You tarnished your silver spoon,
And you found the rabbit in the moon,
You didn’t know what it meant,
But it’s worth the money you spent.
And oh, how I mourn for what never was,
Pretty is as pretty does.