Vista previa
Hung in your room
Swaying, Hoping only that you'll see.
All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company.
The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink.
I can't stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin.
I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
You'll love the eyes. Have they always shone so vacantly?
The more I show the less you'll want to know.
I can't stop the insects that are feeding , pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now I'm on display, I am becoming.
Hurt myself today. It's all for you, do you like what I'm becoming?
Cut myself today, it's all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes.
Seems I've landed quite uncomfortably, but as I pass through souls of broken glass,
I can't stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Please don't ask me what I think, trust me, you don't want to know.
Please don't ask me to open up. Trust me. Trust me. 'Cause I can't