One moment, I'm on top of the fucking world
The next, my entire world just begins to burn.
Your smile, that face, your lips, total disgrace;
Stay away from me, it's whats best for this state.
My state of mind shifts, my heart's left in flames
My head begins to spin more with each passing day.
Everyone fails to see, they think I'm strong, though ---
I'm just tough enough to never |never| let it show.
So alas, I lay on the carpet, it's stained red
From all the blood I have left to fucking shed.
It's beautiful, really, a sinful masterpiece ---
A portrat thats so disgustingly serene.
Her fists hitting my face, my blood and it's rich taste
All the aggravation, worries and pain left in my brain
I can't get out, but I want it all to fucking stop;
I wish to stop the hands on the clock |handsontheclock|