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I've been here a thousand times before
My thoughts again have turned to ice
This has to be my only flaw
I sit and stare into my heart
Try and understand myself some more
But what two sides can ever love
Whilst fighting in the depths of war?
I try and travel far away
And remind myself to get the train
Because thinking won't get me anywhere
I'm sure there's something more to gain
I want to stare into the sky
And wash away the passion pain
Light my eyes against the night
And let fall upon me silver rain
I want to wash myself to death
Because then I can't be hurt no more
I want to feel the bitter breath
That keeps me locked behind the door
I scrape away my layered skin
As I try to make myself akin
The more I wash the more I find
I'm sensitive to when I'm blind
And I think I've scrubbed my skin too hard
And I think the kids are in the yard
And I don't know when I'll ever see
This isn't who I'm meant to be
I'll wash my face off till I bleed
I'll write another stupid creed
I'm singing that I can't be found
Because I want to let myself be crowned
I think it's time I ended this
I think it's time I punched the kiss
I think it's time I spoke to me
Instead of writing poetry
I think it's time I looked some more
At the mirror on my door
And ask if I really want to stay
Or take the door and leave this way
I've found the exit on the road
The one I walked down so askew
My life's yet to be truly paved
So why do I challenge all I do?
Sure I've had my share of grief
And sure I've kept a steady pulse
But why try and hide this way
Surely there must be someway else?
I fight my pain with a rusty scythe
I try to end life to stay alive
I want to work out what's in my head
And work out why I feel so dead
Perhaps it's time I lived the rhyme
Perhaps for now I'll work out how
Perhaps I'll wake up from this dream
And pack my bags from this machine
Perhaps it's good to see I would
Perhaps the trumpets end in May
Perhaps I could live this through
Instead of think and drink and work
Perhaps I could live life as luck should be
Perhaps I could take blood and let them see
Perhaps I need to keep my mind free
And keep on writing poetry
Because perhaps the only thing that's set me wrong
The ups and downs as I sing my song
Isn't what I try to plea
It's just what I try to be
And my first exit out of here
Is the one we all tend to fear
But I can't escape that way no more
I've got to find the fire door
:)
You ain't going all suicidal again are you?
As a voice of reason i feel i should point out that washing your face off has medical implications.
I've been here a thousand times before
My thoughts again have turned to ice
This has to be my only flaw
I sit and stare into my heart
Try and understand myself some more
But what two sides can ever love
Whilst fighting in the depths of war?
I try and travel far away
And remind myself to get the train
Because thinking won't get me anywhere
I'm sure there's something more to gain
I want to stare into the sky
And wash away the passion pain
Light my eyes against the night
And let fall upon me silver rain
I want to wash myself to death
Because then I can't be hurt no more
I want to feel the bitter breath
That keeps me locked behind the door
I scrape away my layered skin
As I try to make myself akin
The more I wash the more I find
I'm sensitive to when I'm blind
And I think I've scrubbed my skin too hard
And I think the kids are in the yard
And I don't know when I'll ever see
This isn't who I'm meant to be
I'll wash my face off till I bleed
I'll write another stupid creed
I'm singing that I can't be found
Because I want to let myself be crowned
I think it's time I ended this
I think it's time I punched the kiss
I think it's time I spoke to me
Instead of writing poetry
I think it's time I looked some more
At the mirror on my door
And ask if I really want to stay
Or take the door and leave this way
I've found the exit on the road
The one I walked down so askew
My life's yet to be truly paved
So why do I challenge all I do?
Sure I've had my share of grief
And sure I've kept a steady pulse
But why try and hide this way
Surely there must be someway else?
I fight my pain with a rusty scythe
I try to end life to stay alive
I want to work out what's in my head
And work out why I feel so dead
Perhaps it's time I lived the rhyme
Perhaps for now I'll work out how
Perhaps I'll wake up from this dream
And pack my bags from this machine
Perhaps it's good to see I would
Perhaps the trumpets end in May
Perhaps I could live this through
Instead of think and drink and work
Perhaps I could live life as luck should be
Perhaps I could take blood and let them see
Perhaps I need to keep my mind free
And keep on writing poetry
Because perhaps the only thing that's set me wrong
The ups and downs as I sing my song
Isn't what I try to plea
It's just what I try to be
And my first exit out of here
Is the one we all tend to fear
But I can't escape that way no more
I've got to find the fire door