This is called Chalk Lines. Enjoy. Sometimes I wake up to find this wasn’t just a dream That all this agony and pain wasn’t in my sleep I scream and cry and crucify, every little breath Wishing that I could find a small sliver of relief I am wilting at the edges; cracking at the seams No one move or you’ll get hurt, I’m hungry and alert You tell me that I’m weak and afraid; I tell you that you’re fake Please don’t make me prove to you that I’m the monster that you made Right? Everyone I know runs from me Or they take their time to make me bleed You call this a curse, I say its worse The world has gone to Hell We whine and cry about the sea and the sky when I’m dying in this cell Call me ruined, call me false, call me on my bluffs If you could see what I can see you’d say “I’ve had enough” Right? Turn your eyes away from me; I’m hideous, I know But everything inside of me is just waiting to erode Terrorize and mesmerize every lost sheep Fight the fire with gasoline then blame it on the heat Right? Step up, step up, step up; anybody Get up, get up, get up; everybody Shut up, shut up, shut up; nobody God, just get me outta my head Oh I’m the monster you created With your tongue, the thing you hated Most about me is coming true So look me in the eyes, don’t act surprised, this is all because of you Right? At the end, we’re all just chalk lines on the asphalt
Posted on: Sat, 05 Oct 2013 08:04:49 +0000
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