A day in a mind where nothing's right. |
Yet again the day has shown Tonight I'll right it out alone. I'm tired of thinking again and again That tonight's the day my life should end. Pain should be my cure when nothing is right But I don't want that shit, it's blurring my sight. There is a problem here, of that I'm sure 'Cuz why is it the only thing that wants to talk me is my pen on paper? It's trying to say "Bitch, quit your whining" But my mind keeps on saying the pen is lying. All I ever wanted was someone to talk to, was that ever a crime? Then why the FUCK is it always a bad time?! Look at me now, god dammit I'm crying Now I know the pen a'int lying. All I've been good for it bitching and whining And I'm getting tired of my friends who are shining. I feel like the weed under your family's tree Because I'm the thing no one wants to see. So don't be scared, pull up your sleeve I'll come out with one good heave. There's just one person I want to see God, she means so much to me. But the problem is that it cannot be Because our fucking parents won't set us free. It always feels like I'm being wrapped up in a chain And one of these days I'm gonna go insane. I don't know why I can't be put out of my shame Because I'm sick and tired of all this pain. Blood's not the cure when nothing's right But I'm really tired of trying to fight it. These words on paper, I always hide But I promise you, tonight won't end in suicide. |