Am I wrong for trying?
I convinced them of trust
Secrets and blood
Its passion
Its a gift
Personally feels like love to mistake you
Learning the game once its begun
It swells and it has grown
I cant remember my life before
All fabricated from heart
I want pain and suffering
Doors slam in my face
Looks like im not that gifted
My art has fallen but whats left?
A broken girl hiding devotion to her own mind
Images appear from no where
They dance to the songs of what could be
but disapointment tastes so delicous
Dripping like honey from there gaping mouths
There teeth set ready to bite my head off
So I tell another to soothe the last
It strokes them untill there claws retract
As easy as it seems
Slowly it throws away my soul
I am almost to the end
One day humiluation will follow
I am an addict
but its carved into my DNA
I am a melancholy lyer
I am a junkie of deceit
