P.S. I love you. |
Let the poets cry themselves to sleep |
Another day and another scar will fade, but another scar will take this one's place. |
I don't feel no pain no more |
Memories are only about the past, |
Your knives were sharp when you put them in my heart, but the truth you say is I like them there that way. |
Throw me off a building, |
Struggling to escape this nightmare, until submission wins, and I let this reality wash me with life. |
Often things aren't what they seem to be, but sometimes there's nothing you can do to change the fact that they are. |
Everyday I fight a war against the mirror, I can't take the person starin' back at me. |