They hold me close and kiss my lips,
And here I lay, and here I sit,
I do not move or push away,
Why I take there breath away,
They quote me Shakespeare, and all his plays,
But here I lay, and here I stay.
Not saying that my heads thinking of someone els,
That my heart is already locked up,
They kiss my lips and hold my hands,
Pulling me to fill there chaos,
I fill the whole in there chests,
But still I lay, and still I sit.
Not telling them my whole is bigger wider and meaner,
Then they could ever think,
But every day I make there day,
Putting the smile held on there face,
Not telling them they make my obis,
Darker and colder with every kiss.
Alone I stand with a group,
Of people screaming my name,
Talking to me walking with me,
Just because I make there pain go away,
My mother is wishing for the worse,
My fathers it, but now he's in the obis,
With the needle still in his arm,
But here I lay, and here I sit.
Thinking about you and what if,
If I would have said yes that day?
Would our lips be locked with out pain?
And would this whole in my chest have disappeared?
When I left you it ripped even more,
Leaving a scar I can't forget,
Loveless was carved in my wrist before I meet you,
It disappeared as you made it in my heart,
But now you're gone and I'm at loss,
But here I lay, and here I sit.
Now it's carved into my thigh,
Bleeding every time we meet eyes,
Becoming deeper every time you kiss her,
But here I lay, and here I sit,
Always by you're side please don't forget Inamatus.
