I Have A Purple Heart

Wet Dreams

All my life I've been spit on and shit on.
Happiness was a dirty little fantasy.
Perfection was nothing but a wet dream.
You all got off on my own pain and misfortune.

The amount of pleasure you can experience is always determined by the amount of pain you've felt.
There is no good without bad.
No matter how much light you have, there are always shadows waiting to fuck you over at every corner.

For the longest time I've been struggling.
With myself.
Let me tell you, there is nothing you can say about me haven't already told myself.

Nobody knows but deep in the night my thoughts would delve into the dark.
What would it be like to take that last breath?
To cut into my skin so deep that all of my sadness would be washed away with the color red.
Pull the trigger and silence all of my screaming thoughts.
Adorn my pretty little neck with a pretty little rope necklace.
I held back, I resisted, I swam through the shit you piled onto me.

Look at me now.
I'm better than I've ever been.
I'm in my own dirty little fantasy.
I'm a living breathing god damn wet dream.
I got off on your doubt, and my pleasure came from proving you wrong.

Throw away all your toys, success is the only tool I need to take me to the edge.
Those collars you used were flimsy.
Those handcuffs were cheap.
The binding around my ankles slipped off like butter.
I broke out of all the restraints society put on me to keep me under their thumb.

Now I'm free and let me tell you.
The chaos I've created is bigger than you could ever imagine.
I'm running rampant and knocking over everything you've ever built.
I'm laying waste of all of the old ideas.

Now there's nothing left but wet dreams and fantasies.