mindless self indulgence #6

just lyrically speaking

The Tragedy of White Thoughts on Black Paper/ Wasted

And I heard you say you’re fine again
But I can see that you’re just breathing
So anyway, tell me, are you really living?
You’ve run away to your soul’s suicide
Always in time and again, pain is your drug
Silently slitting your wrist
And you don’t even know it don’t you
And in your rapture of denial
You come crashing down, and it hurts does it
To slowly die in nights when you’re alone
Somewhere between the dreaming and the waking hours

And you’ve killed yourself…didn’t you
And you’ve killed yourself…didn’t you
And you’ve killed yourself…didn’t you
And you fuckin’ killed me too…didn’t you

Did daddy not love you?
Or did he love you just too much
Did he control you?
Did he live right through you at your cost
Did he leave no question for you to answer on your own
Well fuck him, and fuck them, and fuck her, and fuck you
For not having the strength in your heart to pull through
I had doubts, I have failed, I fucked up, I have failed
But that doesn’t mean that I take my life with my own hands


And you’ve killed yourself…didn’t you
And you’ve killed yourself…didn’t you
And you’ve killed yourself…didn’t you
And you fuckin’ killed me too…didn’t you

*The brave may die, but the fearful may not be living at all...thanks STAIND for the extension of my thoughts