Wash away in the rain?
No, they stay and scar.
Of course, so many poeple that were once important to my being, have left my life.
But honestly, it doesn't bother me as much as I initially thought it would.
I'm perfectly happy with who I am right now; if I was different, I wouldn't have the most amazing girlfriend I could ever ask for.
I probably wouldn't have the friends I do either, and I'm grateful I was able to turn myself into something successful for the time being.
Honestly, if you have a problem with who I am, I'm sorry.
I don't really care, I'm who I want to be, I don't want to be you.
And it doesn't matter what people say about me, I only care what I think about myself.
I only need one person other than myself to live a good life.
I can just drop everyone else.
Guess what it's about?
My horizon, a jagged line across my paper.
It bothers no one,
but confounds everyone.
It's a tear in my world
for the bad spirits to come visit me
in my dreams.
The sky is red
as I release this
work of art into the world;
Only to watch it fall into the sand.
The riot downtown
No reason to stop,
they keep burning,
the piano keeps playing
the heart still beating
and bleeding on the floor.
Screaming your name into the streets
watching other's lives fall apart
as they are witnesses of this
This was perfect,
this was perfect.
What blanks out the eyes
of the one you used to love?
Nothing but the torture
coming up and screaming at you.
Help me stop
get rid of this
all of the fun I've had making you
hate who I've turned into.
The monster inside, just laughs
and looks the other way.
There's one way to
release your short lived life
of the images burned into your mind.
The pain, years of fighting for your life,
from your own scarred hands
it's never too much to handle.
Tell him I said hello.