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Specktor to Fly Leaf
the sun sky sets on madness
it gives way to blackness
and worst of all drabness
oh no oh no
not drabness
what could be worse than being boring?
nothing's worse than drabness
my contented spirit
my playful soul
my alive good intentions
spun from something worth more than gold
drabness
covered in drabness
covered in
not brushing my
teeth
covered in
not leaving
my dwelling place
for more than an hour
every six weeks
grateful there is
space to walk in the hallways
sorry my hair's matted
-it wasn't like this always
jealous of your friends
won't you just take me out
i'm screaming out bloody murder
inside of my self
can't you hear it
inside of me,
letting it out?
I'm sorry my skin
isn't French-girl perfect
I'm not pregnant or thin
-is fucking me worth it?
I'm sorry I don't always cover my mouth when I sneeze
I'm sorry I make these noises
-I can't get enough air in when I breathe
I'm sorry my heart's not always in the right place
can you forgive me-
-I know it's empty, but I don't have any head space
I'm sorry when my knees bend that I break
I didn't ask to be here and like this
it's a fucking mistake
I'm sorry I can't go for a walk by myself
I'm sorry I'm dependant on you and everyone else
I'm sorry I think of and want is shiny soft things
I can't cope with the world and all that it brings
I'm stuck on every part of the cycle that is just suffering
