An old habbit to relieve the pain
you take it so hard
you should be happy i don't let it sink in
if I were to I'd take it a step further
and if your so caught up with it
then stop complaining about my imperfectness
it's my flaws and faults in who am now
the other me is now dead
and I bleed to know how to live
I will one day figure out how to get through it
as I paint my picture with a shade of painful red
I simply lose grip and fall into my own world
a world that is surreal
a world that is nothing but a dream happening
something where a slip can kill you and have no effect
the world I call my life...
