Right. Thats who i am.
Who ill always be.
Just do me a favor and lock away the key
But like usual
I forgot something else again
Worthless trophy locked away on this dusty shelf
Used to the darkness
And the shadows of doubt
Scattered pieces lie about
Bleed me dry
tear me apart
Do it correctly, inside out
But even with that dusty key
I would still be stuck here it seems
Too afraid of what lies beyond
Paper thin door
Memmories never vanquished
Never even gone
They play with my concious
Twist and pull those strings
Making me flinch and panic yet again
The wounds run deep
Your words become mine
Oh dont worry, my demons are pleased
Theyre having a great time
The scars? Forget them not.
The stitches were better used on others
The ones not forgot.
But hey, thats ok.
I never wanted them anyway.
Newly healed hurts more to break,
Than the skin always broken anyway.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
Right. Thats who i am.
Who ill always be.
Just do me a favor and lock away the key
But like usual
I forgot something else again
Worthless trophy locked away on this dusty shelf
Used to the darkness
And the shadows of doubt
Scattered pieces lie about
Bleed me dry
tear me apart
Do it correctly, inside out
But even with that dusty key
I would still be stuck here it seems
Too afraid of what lies beyond
Paper thin door
Memmories never vanquished
Never even gone
They play with my concious
Twist and pull those strings
Making me flinch and panic yet again
The wounds run deep
Your words become mine
Oh dont worry, my demons are pleased
Theyre having a great time
The scars? Forget them not.
The stitches were better used on others
The ones not forgot.
But hey, thats ok.
I never wanted them anyway.
Newly healed hurts more to break,
Than the skin always broken anyway.
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