I'm torn in so many directions
Stretched so far, my skin's tearing at the seams
With a thread and a needle I slowly sew myself back
But like a mirror with a crack, I can never be the same again
I've been quartered and skinned
With lungs blackened by sin
Drug through the dust by those better than me
Nails left jagged by the scratches
Trying to claw my way out of the hole you left me in
To fend for myself from the lions and men
Nothing to do or hold on to as I try to get out
Falling further than I ever could climb
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
I'm torn in so many directions
Stretched so far, my skin's tearing at the seams
With a thread and a needle I slowly sew myself back
But like a mirror with a crack, I can never be the same again
I've been quartered and skinned
With lungs blackened by sin
Drug through the dust by those better than me
Nails left jagged by the scratches
Trying to claw my way out of the hole you left me in
To fend for myself from the lions and men
Nothing to do or hold on to as I try to get out
Falling further than I ever could climb