You tell me you love me
I tell you the same
I don't know who I am
it's a shame it's insane
I want to love me and you
like I love my own son
Inside I feel dead
and I'm totally numb
I prick my finger
from a rose with a thorn
A reminder that our children
are of the purest form
A mirror reflection of body we are
The more I look the more that I scar
The more that I scar the better I feel
In this crazy world that seems oh so unreal
The whole world is my stage
it helps cover my fear
For we are all merely actors
according to Shakespeare
When I speak of the truth it feels like a noose
That's slowly stretching my neck
And then when I lie the noose opens wide
And postpones the decent to my death
I feel so amused or maybe confused
Of the thoughts that run through my head
It's just so unfair with these thoughts I compare
My whole life I just can't stay ahead
Is it me, is it you
Is it life, is it truth
Is it destiny or time
Is it yours, is it mine
I don't know, but I hope it comes soon
Because it HURTS
