Liar, you tempt me.
Apathy is all I sense: the feeling’s too intense.
Let me smile again…
Hear what I say:
I’m gonna get out of my mind. Will I disappear?
Everything dies nothing to worry about. Everything goes on.
I just don’t know why everything has to go away
I just don’t know why everything has to fade away
I cannot escape there’s nothing more I can do.
I just don’t know. Why do I need you?
So glad to see you well. Overcome and completely silent now. With heavens help you cast your demons out. Recall the deeds as if they’re all someone else’s atrocious stories. Now you stand reborn before us all. So glad to see you well.
And not to pull your halo down around your neck and tug you off your cloud, but I’m more than just a little curious how you’re planning to go about making your amends to the dead.
A Perfect Circle
I close my eyes to no avail—
three days of aching, sleepless.
I wish these sheets would suffocate me while I wait.
I just want someone to say to me, “I’ll always be there when you wake.” Ya know I’d like to keep my cheeks dry today, so stay with me and I’ll have it made.
And the longing that you feel, you know none of this is real. You will find a better a place in this twilight.
Nine Inch Nails
I don’t think I can save myself.
I’m drowning here.
How to Destroy Angels
I lie awake on a long, dark night. I can’t seem to tame my mind. Slings and arrows are killing me inside. No, I can’t accept the life that’s mine.
Simple living is my desperate cry. Been trading “love” with indifference. It suits me just fine. I try to hold on but I’m calloused to the bone. Maybe that’s why I feel alone.
Me. I’m rusted and weathered, barely holding together. I’m covered with skin that peels and it just won’t heal.
The sun shines and I can’t avoid the light. I think I’m holding on to life too tight. Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust. Sometimes I feel like giving up.
She can’t recall what it was like to feel.
She says “This room’s gonna be my grave and there’s no one who can save me.”
Is there no one I can pay to let me go? ‘Cause I’m half sick of shadows. I want to see the sky.
Everyone else can watch as the sun goes down.
So why can’t I?