- Posted
- Oct 14th 2008
- Mood
- Blank
There is a game I play.
Trying to make myself okay.
Trying so hard to make the pieces all
fit...
Smash it apart!
just for the f!@#$ of it.
[bye bye oooh...]
Got to get back to the bottom.
[bye bye oooh...]
The Big Come Down... Isn't that what you wanted?
[bye bye oooh...]
Find a place with the failed and forgotten.
[bye bye oooh...]
Isn't that really what you wanted now?
There is no place I can go.
There is no way I can hide.
It feels like it keeps coming from the inside.
There is a hate that burns within.
The most desperate place I have ever been.
Try to get back to where I'm from.
But the closer I get the worse it becomes...
The closer I get the worse it becomes.
There is no place I can go.
There is no place I can hide.
It feels like it keeps coming from the inside.