Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that youll see All by myself, Im alone in such poor company The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink I cant stop the insects that are feeding Pull the needles from beneath my skin I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece Youll love the eyes Have they always shown so vacantly? The more I show, the less youll want to know I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee Pushed through your panes Seems Ive landed quite uncomfortably But as I pass through souls of broken glass I cant stop the insects that are feeding Pull the needles from beneath my skin Please dont ask me just what I think Trust me, you dont want to know Please dont ask me to open up Trust me, cause I cant Stop the insects that are feeding Pull the needles from beneath my skin Now Im on display I am becoming Hurt myself today Its all for you Do you like what im becoming? Cut myself today Its all for you
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 04:28:48 +0000
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