Everytime you come around, there's a bouquet for me -- a corsage of promises -- and I am pinned like a butterfly on a card. I'm naked and I'm scarred, and you're so perfect (to me).
Violent ties with hands like a steeple tell me lies with a tongue like a needle, the words shot down my throat. A face like an iron fist that I can never resist, I learn the words of wisdom from your tyrant mouth.
I'm stuck just like a pig roasting in your eyes. I'll believe anything that you want. Please teach me how to live, since you make me want to die.
You took it all, now you're all I've got. You're just a noise in my head. I'll drown you out and I'll bury all the noises from your hateful little mouth.
 dyejob · Sun May 25, 2008 @ 11:32am · 0 Comments |
