DarkfallWords taste like rock salt, kill the silenceMore Like This
To introduce the clatter of kick-drum marionette
Droning on and on about a thousand significant sunsets
That mean nothing to me because I'm lying here
Wondering how clean this mattress is and should I
Really spend so much time in other people's minds?
I count on you to drown it out in a wave
Of deafening genre-defiance, but even that envelope you're pushing
Seems full to me of the regrets I've stolen
From those around me and made my own.
You muster up another roar too late -- you've failed me.
Consciousness wanders past a common thread of
Kindergarten cause and effect --
The more I try to help
The more I end up hurting myself --
But what has me truly shaking on this bed
Is the question I keep coming back to:
Am I even doing this to help anymore
Or am I only whole when I'm breaking myself to pieces?
I am, meI'm sorry I am meMore Like This
I'm sorry I am
I'm sorry, that "i'm sorry" isn't good enough for you.
Close your fist one more time, if it makes you happier to commit this crime.
I'm so afraid I can't stop shaking, I hold my ribcage because it is aching.
Just let me know for true if it is because I am not good enough for you?
I hate this feeling of defeat, but i know it will only repeat.
kill me if it will finally bring a smile to your face I know I'm nothing more than a fucking disgrace.
I wake on the floor, everything feels so sore.
To the mirror I climb, to see all the marks you left this time.
I could never let my tears fall, too afraid you might call.
I've taught myself never to cry, or else I deserve to die.
So just kill me slow, I know thats how this will go.
I wish I had the talent to impress.
I wish I had the beauty to awe.
I wish I had the smarts to amaze.
I wish I had whatever it takes to make me good enough for you, but I am, me.