I've never been very good with words,
So I try and have them make sense at least.
I cringe at the thought that you cannot hear
The sounds of this little inner beast.
He pounds at my chest, beats on my heart,
He crashes into my brain and mind,
I've tried so long to reconcile,
I've given up on being kind.
I've never been very good with love,
But I try and have it around, at least.
But I fear this time it's gone too far,
You've become my little inner beast.
You kick and scream inside of me,
You try so hard to bring me down,
I lose the game indefinitely,
I'm only your little sideshow clown.
I've never been very good with pain,
It sinks me down and engulfes me whole,
And how can I get rid of you...
If you never find the right time to go?
So you bite me, and fight me
And clear me of sin.
And as soon as your finished,
You begin again.
And the only way out now
Is the puddle on the floor...
You brought me this far,
Why not take me some more. |
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