Its hard with such a poetic mind, lyrical soul, and eyes so blind, i keep trying to find what i keep leaving behind. you make me feel sick, butterflies, but it feels more like I'm dying inside. i try to keep breathing, the air so stale, one step forward, and its hard to exhale. Ive done nothing but change, change my clothes, change my hair, the only thing i cant do is change how i care. i don't want to cry because Ive made it this far, I'm not letting my self get weak, but its hard , its painful , hypnotized by all that you speak. you look at me like that, but is that a look of shame, is that you trying to show me you know that I'm insane. you know that you control me, you know it to the bone, but you love that you have power, your infliction of hurt , my home.
