The sidewalk's cracked and dirty face. Is look up from underneath my feet,. It's staring at the hallow, broken boy,. Who's lost and wandering these same old streets,.
The night skys black and I'm awake lying on the ground. The grass beneath my feet is hard and cold just like I've come to be. The stars are gone behind the clouds and I can't see a thing.
Well, Today is the 15th. And you know what that means,. Time to sit and go through boxes of old pictures. See if I can bring myself to,. The brink of giving up,.
Don't lift me up. With your strong intent on dropping me back down. Are you like this, afraid to be yourself?. And if you somehow get through all of this.
Don't mean to scare you but I. I've not been sleeping lately. And phone calls aren't doing much to help. . So if it's all the same I'd. Just ask to never have to.
Push me out from the darkness. To a sky that's colored blue. Somewhere someone's finding happiness. While I'm still here so hung up on you. . Nothing is real.
The sharper the edge, the cleaner the wound. So I'll be keeping it dull tonight for I deserve to hurt. Disfigure the outside to show how ruined I am. There's no pain and no pleasure when you're too numb to feel.
You wanted to know just what makes me tick,. I guess I could say that,. You and your bullshit,. Are pushing me towards an explosion. I guess you're what drives me.
There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you,. But I hate myself instead.. There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me..
Empty fields move me so much more then rooms filled up with friends. The way the trees look dead. Reminds me that there's more to life then living. Maybe giving ups not bad, but part of letting go of you.