Are you done playing with my head
You only make me feel dead
You smoke a cigarette
And don't even care what I said
You running races around my mind
I said I let go
But you haven't this time
And now I want to sit there and cry
But you just sit here and smile
And why
Why should I
Go through I
Can't see through my
Eyes 'cause they're blind
The tears in my mind
Running down like jagged lines
And you're just fine
But why
I ain't playing no more games
I'm tired of feeling this way
You got me tied up in the blame
And don't even listen to what I say
You say the craziest things
And I never know what they mean
Until they come - fatality
I never knew it could be so neat
I never knew you could be so mean
And why
Why should I
Go through I
Can't see through my
Eyes 'cause they're blind
The tears in my mind
Running down like jagged lines
And you're just fine
You running races around my mind
I said I let go
But you haven't this time
I say I wake up
But I haven't this time
You give me the craziest mess
When you mess with my head
Now there's just stains of red
Where I used to sleep on my bed
Now I'm just full of dread
You make me feel dead
You make me feel dead
YOU ARE READING
Metanoia
PuisiMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
