Do you know what I’d give
What I got, what I’d give to go back?
Do you know that I’d give
Up my life just as easy as anything?
She was beautiful
But she didn't see beauty like I saw it
She was undefined, prone to cry
Just a little undeveloped
What’s the meaning of this?
The meaning of all these selfish lies
That we keep bottled up inside
So hard to hide
Seen the cut surrounded by dry blood. Must have irritated it through the crashing all around me. Wipe it dry, clean, but where’s the fun in that. Avoid exacerbation yet still suffer in excess.
Why not make the pain, the sorrow poor out, hopefully there won’t be anything left inside. Gripping tightly, stab the wound over my heart back open; rip back quickly to greater irritate the skin.
I’m the man behind the bars
We talk through walls and I wonder how I got here
I’m a boy, I’m a little too trusting
And I can’t help wondering what you think of me