West Coast Sheriff
October 10th, 2012, 11:08 PM
Water will drain from my eye,
blood from my thigh.
Where I carved in your name,
where the scar will for ever remain
I'm popping pills
Trying to alter the way it feels
But it doesn't help
It still hurts
Why won't the pain you caused me
Finally for once flee
Will it kill me forever
Or strike me dead before you'll remember
The pain you've caused me
The personae I've become
The man I'm not proud of
I close my eyes
Feel my thighs
It's still sore from where I engraved your name
Reminding be of what ive became
Trying to set free the pain
That continues harming me
That continues killing me
It's safe to say
I'm on my way
To death at an early age
I'm already down that path
The one that you've made me make myself take
In the fire of hell I bake
I melt into a liquid
A lie on a floor like a rug
I wish I were a rug
Because if I were a rug there'd be no pain
No emotion
No hurt or cry
And if I had no reason to feel
I wouldnt have to slowly die
blood from my thigh.
Where I carved in your name,
where the scar will for ever remain
I'm popping pills
Trying to alter the way it feels
But it doesn't help
It still hurts
Why won't the pain you caused me
Finally for once flee
Will it kill me forever
Or strike me dead before you'll remember
The pain you've caused me
The personae I've become
The man I'm not proud of
I close my eyes
Feel my thighs
It's still sore from where I engraved your name
Reminding be of what ive became
Trying to set free the pain
That continues harming me
That continues killing me
It's safe to say
I'm on my way
To death at an early age
I'm already down that path
The one that you've made me make myself take
In the fire of hell I bake
I melt into a liquid
A lie on a floor like a rug
I wish I were a rug
Because if I were a rug there'd be no pain
No emotion
No hurt or cry
And if I had no reason to feel
I wouldnt have to slowly die