And after so long, I become my own agony
That awkward glance, that unstable dance…
With the flame
Now I know how it feels to be wrong
Here I stand before my reflection, angry at what I see before me
Sick to my stomach, the very same beast that hurt me
You can’t force it; you can’t force your heart into beating
(I think I lost control now it’s taking its toll)
Nobody wants to have to say those words
So long I’ve been hearing them
So damn sick to hear myself say them
Not even this shattering mirror can fathom
My atrocities compel me as I spill my guts
Oh, fire, take me.
Now I know how it feels to be wrong
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