They'll always be there, these eyes I live with. Always be there, there must be more than this. Its hard to trust and love when everyone is counterfiet. I scrape my nails along the walls at the bottom of my own pit. I walk until I'm nowhere twisted road and half a man. Walk until I'm nowhere, try to hold on to what I can. I guess I just can't be real, long enough for me to stand. So I sit down in the dark, and hold my sickness with both hands. I don't want to be swept away before I can make a mark. Just want to climb out of this pit where I live in eternal dark. I think thats why I always leave, so nothing real can ever start- my life is a house of cards and everything just falls apart.
Reason for writing:
More of a song really.
Birth sign: Pisces
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