Another night passes by, and I wish that I was awake. And I'm drifting farther from sanity. My heart's broken by the sight of your vanity. I watched your lips form sentences that I couldn't bear to hear, so I closed my eyes sand shut my ears, but what good that did. It felt like a bullet, it took me by surprise. Knowing I can no longer look into your eyes. So take this knife, I want to die. Is it shallow, is it wrong? That this catharsis can exhale all the life away from me?
Tell me, is this what you wanted.
Is this the fate you wished for?
Am I the one who you hated,
but you are to die for.
Should I try to get over the fact, that you seem to hate me? Am I the poison, and you the vaccine? And the angels turned violent and the demons they turned pacifist. Have I been sleeping too long, what have I missed? And the arcane science of my feelings rust and crumble, am I anything, am I nothing? Am I the albatross to your very being? Is this the fate you wished for? Am I the one who you hated, but you are to die for. And I could scream every word and you'd never hear me. I could whisper everything, and you wouldn't comprehend. Does this very well mean the end? So I'll send you a message, with a hidden meaning. If I'm in your essence, I can breath again. I have broken thru this hollow shell just to find the meaning that was buried within your reply. With a somber vision I have tried to cry (and with broken wings I have tried to fly), but the tears have grown nostalgic, and they've been afraid to hear your name that is a cue for them to rain down the trail that they've carved.
Beauty is measured by your design, so perfect, so much better then mine. So I'll sit here alone, and block my self out. I've once flown paper wings, but now they've folded into better things.