Keepsakes, day dreams, followed by mistakes.
More beautiful than the pills I take,
To maintain the delusion.
Someday I might be sane.
This desk wrecked full of empty bottles.
Spilt emotions captured then coddled.
Remorse I feel for those,
Of which I’ve led to bleed.
You,
You make it all ok.
You make the demons suffocate,
On the words in which they haunt me.
And I,
I cant seem to pull and rip,
Enough at my sewn shut lips,
To convey the words trapped under my skin.
Trapped under my skin.
Blast holes in my own ship to sink,
Find myself at the bottom of a drink,
With no intent of coming up to breath.
This distorted mind which I keep,
Filled with flaws.
Imperfections consume me.
Am I to blind or just to dumb to see that,
You,
You make it all ok.
You make the demons suffocate,
On the words in which they haunt me.
And I,
I cant seem to pull and rip,
Enough at my sewn shut lips,
To convey the words trapped under my skin.
Trapped under my skin.
Trapped under my skin.
Trapped under my skin.
Trapped under my skin.
You,
You make it all ok.
You make the demons suffocate,
On the words in which they haunt me.
And I,
I cant seem to pull and rip,
Enough at my sewn shut lips,
To convey the words trapped under my skin.
Trapped under my skin.
Trapped under my skin.
Trapped under my skin.
Trapped under my skin.
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