the finaleSometimes this is the only wayuseless to resisti can't see beyond this darknesscan't stop these idea'si wouldn't even if i coulddaring myself to draw this to a closeescape in to the darkness of suicide.
I am okay,Why do you ask if I am okay?Can you not tell by looking at me?Why do you ask if I am okay?How can you not see that the fire has left my eye's?Can you not see that it has been replaced with ice?Why do you ask if I am okay?Can you not see how tired I am?Why do you ask if I am okay?Are you blind to my pain?Why do you ask if I am okay?Can you truly not see this depression?Can you truly not see this desperation?Why do you ask if I am okay?Can you not see me reaching for anything and everything?Anything to distract me?Why do you ask if I am okay?You are blind to my pain.
scent of a cheater.I had a dream that I got locked away,I told you not to come,But you came anyway,Looking at you through the bullet proof glass,So many ripples tearing at the colors,Distorting your face until you don't look like you,A crackly old speaker spits out a prerecorded speech,How many times did you practice it on your way here?Enough for it to sound rehearsed and fake,You miss me and you love me,And you can't wait for me to get out,You said stay safe and don't get hurt,Things will be perfect when I get out,You have plans for us,You have plans for our future together.But whose cologne is that I smell?Whose scent is that wafting through the glass?Stay safe and don't get hurt,I think I ca manage that so long as you stay away,And neve come again.
i am a mime in a glass boxpeopleare leavingand never saying goodbyei find myself to scared to cryif the tears start nowafter all this timeof keeping dry cheeksthen i will never stop cryingi would drown in my own demiseall i ever wanted was for you to say good byeand all i want now is for you to diethis black heart of mineis cracking and breaking aparti am being left amid the noise of my dreamsleft out in the cold and aloneunable to keep pace with the worldi am a mime in a glass box
De-motivation.I have all this feeling that wants to come out, all of this emotion that begs to be shared with you. But where can I pull the words from? Where can I get the inspiration to create the form for my thoughts?Can you give it to me? Oh how i wish you could. That would make this so much easier for me, but then I could never be proud of it. I need to find something to inspire, motivate, and basically kick my ass.
Bullet proofYou can't hurt,You can't see me,I can't hear a word you are saying,Everything you do to me has no effect,Your sticks and stones just bounce of off me,I am invisible,I am not even here,You are not a part of my life,I cannot be hurt by you,You don't matter to me,I cannot hear what you are screaming at me,I cannot feel you hitting me,I am free in my mind.You can not hurt me.