You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you.
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you.
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell.
Help me get away from myself.
My whole existence is flawed.
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
Help me tear down my reason, help me become somebody else.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Ebb; Millay
Friday, April 3, 2009
Kinda I Want To
i can't shake this feeling from my head.
there's a devil sleeping in my bed.
i cannot make this feeling go away
i know it's not the right thing.
and I know it's not the good think.
but kinda i want to.
i'm not sure of what i should do.
all of my excuses turn to lies.
maybe God will cover up his eyes
maybe just for tonight.
we can pretend it's alright.
what's the price i pay.
i don't care what they say.
i want to.
there's a devil sleeping in my bed.
i cannot make this feeling go away
i know it's not the right thing.
and I know it's not the good think.
but kinda i want to.
i'm not sure of what i should do.
all of my excuses turn to lies.
maybe God will cover up his eyes
maybe just for tonight.
we can pretend it's alright.
what's the price i pay.
i don't care what they say.
i want to.
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