You want me here but I don't want to be here
You want me here but I don't want to be here
And it's not your fault I don't want to be here
But I can't escape my head
Til I get out of here.
These thoughts perpetual
This ephemeral effigy of Who I Am
Rattles around my mind
A cycle, a loop, constant, consistent
The way that they see me
Memories real or imagined
Created an image of me
And they're not my own
Well, some are my own.
And it's not that the noise in my head is too loud
It's more like the silence is deafening
And I'm defeated
Before I begin
At some point the record just scratches the needle scratches the needle and scratches the needle which wears out the grooves on the record that scratches the needle.
And I am the record and you are the needle.
And now I am flat and not useful
Nail me to a wall
Make me into a clock on the wall
Then I'll be useful
I'll tell the time
And keep a beat
With the tick of my hand
One every second
Please make me useful.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 5:41 PM UTC
You want me here but I don't want to be here
You want me here but I don't want to be here
And it's not your fault I don't want to be here
But I can't escape my head
Til I get out of here.
These thoughts perpetual
This ephemeral effigy of Who I Am
Rattles around my mind
A cycle, a loop, constant, consistent
The way that they see me
Memories real or imagined
Created an image of me
And they're not my own
Well, some are my own.
And it's not that the noise in my head is too loud
It's more like the silence is deafening
And I'm defeated
Before I begin
At some point the record just scratches the needle scratches the needle and scratches the needle which wears out the grooves on the record that scratches the needle.
And I am the record and you are the needle.
And now I am flat and not useful
Nail me to a wall
Make me into a clock on the wall
Then I'll be useful
I'll tell the time
And keep a beat
With the tick of my hand
One every second
Please make me useful.
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