The room
grows smaller and smaller
i'm claustrophobic.
Clawing my way
out of my skin.
Happy-go-lucky
tainting my world with lies.
While I see demons,
they see fireflies.
Drown myself in nicotine;
why cant anyone see me?
I play my violin
bowing the knife across my skin.
I paint out my heart
but I can't see a thing
it's way too dark
in here.
Cold blooded like a snake
my emotions are fake.
Dear friends, can you
hear
me
now?
