cross my heart and hope to die
i wish i wasn't fully damned
my heart is red
my bruises are blue
i was only wondering
what the fuck i am to you
am i joke?
am i phase?
am i just another marionette in this case?
the wondering of my recreation
the cases of my limitations
we'll never know till i find out
the viewers at home are all but alive
i keep my wonders to a book
i'll keep my knife to a body
i'll keep my soul in a bandaged bag of worries
and i'll keep myself to a grave.
