I'm so darn tired of people telling me to find the real me
when everyone is so darn happy with the fake me.
And sometimes I just cry inside
because only the inside of me knows that you'll never free me.
Only I can free myself and the more you tell me you'll free me…
the more I hate myself for making you think that you can.
Inside I whisper to myself...only you can set me free.
I just want to enter a deep deep slumber
listen to the lullaby and rock myself to sleep
My heart aches and my out cry is muffled
I cry to sleep and I laugh during my waking hours
Sometimes biting my lips is the only way to keep
my lips from trembling in pain.
I use to think of myself as steel magnolias
now I'm just a hard shell with a dark soul
withering in pain and helplessness
The pain makes me laugh
or maybe I laugh to keep the pain away
I don't know...
Maybe I don't feel anything anymore
just numb to the words trying to revive me
I just want to tell them...
I'm already gone, but I don't have the words
and they try in vain
until they realize I’ve been slain
but then it's a little lame
cause they’re already gone.
I sit there
and that void just keeps getting wider and wider
threatening to swallow me up
this invisible hole in my chest that consumes
all emotions leaving behind a hallow soul
it consumes and feeds on me
like a parasite..closing the gap between life and death
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