Destructive Impulse
September 30th, 2012, 06:33 PM
Sometimes its hard to think
When all you want to do
Is hit your head against the wall
Until the house crumbles down.
Then when you're bloody and buried
You'll have no where to turn
And you will die in agony
Which is still too good for you.
Sometimes its hard to think
when you have a gun to your head
and all you want to do is pull the trigger.
The fragments of your fucked up mind
Will splatter against the wall.
and the deed you just committed
Will confirm everyone's suspicions
And people will realize something wasn't right
But you dont deserve to be on peoples minds
You deserve to have your mind all over the floor.
Sometimes Its hard to think
when you have a knife to your wrist
And you want nothing more then to slowly bleed out
but you cant die
For every time you try you fail
Just like at everything you try at
And you're cursed by the gift of life.
And all you want to do is live in the ground
But that would make you happy
And you dont deserve to be happy
And you dont deserve to be free.
When all you want to do
Is hit your head against the wall
Until the house crumbles down.
Then when you're bloody and buried
You'll have no where to turn
And you will die in agony
Which is still too good for you.
Sometimes its hard to think
when you have a gun to your head
and all you want to do is pull the trigger.
The fragments of your fucked up mind
Will splatter against the wall.
and the deed you just committed
Will confirm everyone's suspicions
And people will realize something wasn't right
But you dont deserve to be on peoples minds
You deserve to have your mind all over the floor.
Sometimes Its hard to think
when you have a knife to your wrist
And you want nothing more then to slowly bleed out
but you cant die
For every time you try you fail
Just like at everything you try at
And you're cursed by the gift of life.
And all you want to do is live in the ground
But that would make you happy
And you dont deserve to be happy
And you dont deserve to be free.