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Bleeding On This Paper
You only care that I fell, because I was following you
And even though it's how you felt, you didn't say a thing. . . but it was showing through.
I can't stress how depressed I get chasing the pills down with the truth. I put on the wrong shoes and walk the wrong way hoping its right, but it's no use. . . yet I still do.
I put this pencil to paper and let everything wrong bleed through, because if I don't then there's no telling what I'll do.
I'm bleeding on this paper, I'm pulling back all the layers, there's no time to break down but I can't bleed like this later.
It feels like there's more to me then just this. It feels like a piece of me is missing
But looking back I don't know what I would do if I could do it different.
I'm bleeding through this paper, I won't be drunk enough to do this later, and maybe through these eyes everything I love is in danger.
It feels like I'm the only one, like everyone else's wish went threw, and I'm so through, there I said it! I'm done with this shit and I meant it.
Mama I never hurt you or let you down, I can say that and know that it's true, but out of the two of us, only one of us is proud and Mom its you, tell me Mama what the fuck do I do now. With everything I want in front of me, I don't want this crown, I just want the weight to be gone. The demons I create to be gone, the people talking their shit to be wrong, but I guess if I could get myself to quit then I wouldn't be strong. I guess I'm just like you Mom.
