Deep, Deep,Deep
The deeper the cut the more I bleed,
The more I breathe the more I scream
Empty, Broken, Dusty, Old,
"You're beautiful" I wish to be told.
Ugly, Waste, Made of paste,
Yet none see behind my face.
Never the same
No one knows my name.
Forever broke.
My life is a joke.
The blood in my throat
Makes me choke.
In my head is dusty gray
And all you ever do is play.
Your words
Your lies
Your eyes of deceit
Eventually when we finally meet
And I pass you on the long dark street
I'll find you and you won't be safe
When all my pain I'd finally take
Behind my back I hide my fear
I won't let them see what's real.
-Me
