You want honesty
its all I got.
Ive been bleeding to death, why can I stop.
As I grew older,
I grew angry.
I got memoirs filled of s***** stories.
Now sometimes I don't know myself.
If this is an act, was an act I forgot my f****** part.
I spend my nights typing away,
so maybe someday ill get over not knowing me.
These are my guts,
these are my insides
my exaggerations of wanting to die.
Its not always a joke,
but I never lie.
Take what you will when you read between these lines.
Now sometimes I don't know myself.
If this is an act, was an act I forgot my f****** part.
I spend my nights,
typing away,
so maybe someday ill get over not knowing me,
you don't know me,
I don't know me.
This is the place you go when you don't hate yourself
enough to beat your head against a wall.
We are but songs and throat scraping melodies,
but still a far cry from any real tragedy.
its all I got.
Ive been bleeding to death, why can I stop.
As I grew older,
I grew angry.
I got memoirs filled of s***** stories.
Now sometimes I don't know myself.
If this is an act, was an act I forgot my f****** part.
I spend my nights typing away,
so maybe someday ill get over not knowing me.
These are my guts,
these are my insides
my exaggerations of wanting to die.
Its not always a joke,
but I never lie.
Take what you will when you read between these lines.
Now sometimes I don't know myself.
If this is an act, was an act I forgot my f****** part.
I spend my nights,
typing away,
so maybe someday ill get over not knowing me,
you don't know me,
I don't know me.
This is the place you go when you don't hate yourself
enough to beat your head against a wall.
We are but songs and throat scraping melodies,
but still a far cry from any real tragedy.