Bitter tea, sour lips.
There it is,
Sitting in your mouth,
And you take the leap,
And you swallow it down.
And now you're abusing.
You're trying to wash away,
The pain and regret,
But all it will ever do,
Is add a masked layer.
There, on the floor,
Lying naked and torn,
Your body turns into sun,
But the ache is still there,
Rotting your teeth and brain.
There is no escape,
Face the pain.
"I want to hide!"
You cry.
"I want to disappear."
"How can I go on?
Living like this here.
All I feel is sickness,
And the disgust,
That you cry."
I swear that I love you,
And that I never lie.
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 6:35 PM UTC
Bitter tea, sour lips.
There it is,
Sitting in your mouth,
And you take the leap,
And you swallow it down.
And now you're abusing.
You're trying to wash away,
The pain and regret,
But all it will ever do,
Is add a masked layer.
There, on the floor,
Lying naked and torn,
Your body turns into sun,
But the ache is still there,
Rotting your teeth and brain.
There is no escape,
Face the pain.
"I want to hide!"
You cry.
"I want to disappear."
"How can I go on?
Living like this here.
All I feel is sickness,
And the disgust,
That you cry."
I swear that I love you,
And that I never lie.