Objects
The things I use for no good
Whether it's sharp or dull
Flimsy or Thick
I use them to make my body bruised
Objects
Make you try and cry
They take them away from me
Well actually it's a he
He got worried about me
What I can do to myself
I try not to do it
But I know I want to die
Would he take them away
If we lived together
To keep me from using these things
How far would he go to keep me alive?
I wonder how long and how far?
He would go for me
Objects are what I want to use
When I die and leave you
How will it be then
Can you tell me now ?
Or do you not want me dead?
I want to use the objects tonight
What do you think of that ?
