scissors
does my shadow make me sin make me bitter cut within
there is a life that is happy it is waiting for me somewhere
but in light there is dark where everything turns to shit
like me i live on sorry and crave tears
every once in a while there will be someone like a half hr trip to the park but thats not what i want
why cant there be some understanding left for me as my blood drips down my arm pain comes not from home but from my heart
all i want is that warm feeling of a person who needs me as much as i need him
that makes me happy not my mask
my mask makes everything light and covers the shit and dark that is me
but my scars wont heal unless i let them but intill they do there will be a better way waiting for me
not to far justa cut of the arm and ill be there where people dont wair masks to cover me up
but hopefully i can hit some light in the sholder then i will decide to let them heal if sometime soon life is for real |