I may smile when you look at me I may laugh when you joke for me But **** I'm dead inside To hell if I say I'm fine Everything hurts It's worse than words My best friend is the devil He shows me every evil He says it's ok for me to bleed But as long as they never see I never get any sleep Thoughts are running too deep I don't respect my body anymore What the **** is it good for I can feel my bones move beneath my skin What will it take to be whole again
I fear for those to whom I'm lying Because of their pain or because of mine Truth is I'm constantly aching From my own bones I'm breaking I feel best when I'm in pain Best in this bed I'm laying I need a distraction Other than this misery I'm in My hand falls to my side And another piece of me dies I've found that people don't want to hear my cries for help I've learned it's better to keep them to myself
Misery sleeps with me Confusion holds my hand Depression spoon feeds me Exhaustion builds my lonely land I'm the sole heir With anxiety holding my faith In fragile fingers bound to break
Where did you go friend? What did you believe in? Are you where you wanted to be? Is it your ghost that I see? The silent words on my breath, Are whispers of a tragic death.
Inside the meaning of drought, The old waters shimmer. Inside the meaning of death, The old poets turn in their graves. Inside the meaning of exile, The old gods pace in their prisons.
You’re a vampire; But not for blood, no. You take the air from my lungs, And use it to keep you going. And I never thought you would take it all, But here I am with nothing, And there you are with everything.