In a space left behind and forgotten by reality I stand like a mannequin And because simply being alive isn’t enough anymore I decorate my face And let my cleavage do the talking
I feel better for just a moment In that moment I feel alive But it’s just an empty kindness. Every time it ends I find myself back here I’ve got nothing but worries.
_I pretend like it’s love I wander around until I’m sick of wandering Looking to be pitied by someone Who specializes in feeling sorry for others Always playing the part of easy prey For some cunning ferocious beast with crooked black fangs
Everyone draws a self-portrait But the masses couldn’t care less About how unsightly or uncool they may look Without blood, sweat, and tears It’s barely even a rough sketch And the more times you paint it over The dirtier it gets
Emotions are tearing me apart I so want someone to want me now. It’s endless desire. The stillness is the last nail I know I can never change.
I have no obligation to love a place that doesn’t love me back If I want to be pitied I’ll cry on someone’s knee Leave the answer for another day Here in the rift between today to tomorrow Precisely fragile So over it all I’m scaring even myself
Love is boring. Love is ugly. Love is fleeting. Love is beautiful… But I only know how to live on other’s terms.
Emotions that are good at love are innately cheerful We’re so used to dancing around and dishing out compliments Without giving it much thought We choose and are chosen But that doesn’t mean everybody finds the one If all of my connections are cut to begin with What is there to be sad about
I want to be showered with love And be completely fulfilled in every way I want to play hard to get with love I’m not ready to settle for anything