I’m falling down with the demons,
Lying with the dogs.
My skin is itchin, it is crawling.
My heart is pounding, My head is screaming.
I don’t know what to do, I can’t sleep anymore more.
My life is spinning, my world is finally not right.
A grumble of the blade, and a tease of the pipe.
When will I move on, when will I learn.
He is the death; he is my light at the end of the tunnel.
Shot straight to hell is what I see in the mirror.
New hair, new makeup, long sleeves and perfume,
They can’t hide what I bear; they can’t hide the pathetic truth.
A dainty little girl, with dainty little dreams,
A town of filth, and no money to leave.
What am I doing here, why can’t I go.
A grumble of the blade and a tease of the pipe take me swirling down,
To the depth of the night.
Another scar, yet another story.
Another blow to the insides, one less day I’ll have to live.
Silly sick with new ideas charging the brain,
Like lightening volts, deadly and beautiful they fire at will.
I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to say.
I’m losing my mind, I’m finding my way.
Sickening pain as I close my eyes for the devilish desires reside within.
Silky red, and beautiful green screech for attention, they pull me down.
Hells in a handbasket, hells up my sleeve.
What does everyone see in me.
Heavy eyes and a stumbling mind.
I reach for my keys and crawl right back.
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