Even though you're done, you don't think it matters
While you're flying on cloud nine, I walk on the boulevard of disaster
The room spins as I hold the capsules in my hand
Everyone says they believe in me, but do they really understand?
She walks through the world. Put on a face, put up a guard.
What the world's done to her has left her heart cold and hard.
Too much to purge and too much to hide
Push feelings down, keeping secrets inside.
Keeping those secrets hidden and locked away
Holding onto the memories, hoping they'll stay
This pain is too real so this must be a dream
Staring down at the world below as nothing is what it seems
An empty house has left her alone in her room
She pulls out the razors and it all comes too soon
Her head is swimming, this has gone on for years
She's done with crying, there'll be no more tears
There'll be no more tears, down his face
The voices in his head makes him feel out of place
Downing the capsules one and a time
Slowly the vision blurs as he loses his mind
The blade against her wrist, a razor to soft skin
Her weakness can't say no, she starts to give in
She bleeds out her feelings, a stream of crimson red
Trying to express the pain, inside she's feeling dead
Feeling as if he's all alone.
Even though he's in a perfect home.
His sanity along with his pride spills.
As the bottle is empty with no more pills.
She sits there quiet down on the floor
knowing what she has instore,
slowly locking the bedroom door
cutting just a little more.
Trying to forget the past that haunts him
All he sees is yellow pills and blue eyes that taunt him
Walking to the balcony, the edge he's looking over
Feeling guilty for his actions as he looks over his shoulder
His voice clear as day, she can't deny
Daddies words, they will not die
Feeling a sense of degradation
Now she's paying for her salvation
Staring down the bottle, searching for an end
The smile on his face he can no longer pretend
For a new journey begins, one he will face alone
Continuing to find that soul that will make him feel right at home.
One, then two to fifty four, "lucky" just to be alive
Wondering this time how she's going to survive
That night she bleeds out, she has paid the costly fee
As her delicate voice quivers, "Someone please come save me..."
