I've never burned this hot for real
I can cover it with a lie
try and pretend it's not a big deal
but then I'm locked up with myself
and there's no one that scares me more
I've threatened to take myself to hell
and my body's started to wash up on the shore
There's no book that I can give you to read
No chalkboard scrawling so you can understand
that some nothing would be better than this something
and there's not a damn thing bitter about the end
starting to resent the things keeping me here
blocking the doorway to the easy way out
day by day they feel less and less dear
casting more shadows on my doubt.
No comments:
Post a Comment