do you despise what you see?
All of my security blankets
they can't stand me.
When you stare into every
piece of the atmosphere
which part tells you there are
reasons to keep being?
I see none. To be, to be, to be.
How I've succumbed to this
is so beyond me.
I'll wake up a butterfly
with bullet-proof wings.
I wish, I wish, I wish I was.
"Thought provoking imagery"
is the extent of my misery.
How I've let this get to me
is so beyond me.
"I am better off dead"
She said, she said.
This town is a fucking crypt.
I'm a lifeless tomb-dweller
I caused it, lived it, made it.
Gave myself the sore throat.
Made myself the broken frame.
Cracked my own glass,
wishing I was the same.
I'll wake up buried by the buzz
of a year gone in flames
and when the city turns to ash
I'll be engulfed in shame.
Can we start over?
Quantum leap or some shit?
Even so called friends abandon me
in time of need, I need
to get the hell away
from every goddamn thing.
and return with reproach
to a new and improved me
with outlook, senility
I see, I see, I see the sting
it burns me, I burn.
But in dreams, tonight
I'll convert myself. Hammer the nails
into my fucking hands.
Had it coming, certainly.
It's all so necessary to me,
in rebirth or denial.
There's a process I don't understand
wanting end results with no journey.
No grand scheme
can ever escape me, to me.
In a year, no progress
my fault, I guess. I guess.
I turned my cross upside down,
distorted my future with mistakes.
"I am better off dead"
She said, she said.
I will always be
a butterfly with bulletproof wings.
Until I fall and I rest
at the bottom of the sea.
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