Ariya
05-31-2008, 01:24 AM
Voices
Coming from the crowd behind you
Pointing out how different you are and how you will never fit in
Voices
Coming from inside your head
Telling you how you need to change
Telling you how you need to be fake
in order to just feel safe
Voices
Not just voices
Screams
Coming from someone who says they love you
Telling you how much of a disgrace you are
and how you need to shape up and be like the "other normal girls"
All you do is ignore
But there's a point where you reach your limit
where you lose all control
Where you find the closest thing to solitude is packs of cigarettes and razors
Even drugs
You can't break the silence
You can't get out
You want to scream
You want to shout
But all you can do is go to your room at night
and hide in the shadows
And try to hope to see another sunrise
No matter how much you want them to see how much they've hurt you
No matter how much you want them to know
You will always try
to not let them see you cry
Voices
Coming from your funeral
Saying how they will move on
I guess they will never wonder why
Why you gave up on trying
or why you killed yourself
With slits carved in your wrists
and a bullet in your heart
Coming from the crowd behind you
Pointing out how different you are and how you will never fit in
Voices
Coming from inside your head
Telling you how you need to change
Telling you how you need to be fake
in order to just feel safe
Voices
Not just voices
Screams
Coming from someone who says they love you
Telling you how much of a disgrace you are
and how you need to shape up and be like the "other normal girls"
All you do is ignore
But there's a point where you reach your limit
where you lose all control
Where you find the closest thing to solitude is packs of cigarettes and razors
Even drugs
You can't break the silence
You can't get out
You want to scream
You want to shout
But all you can do is go to your room at night
and hide in the shadows
And try to hope to see another sunrise
No matter how much you want them to see how much they've hurt you
No matter how much you want them to know
You will always try
to not let them see you cry
Voices
Coming from your funeral
Saying how they will move on
I guess they will never wonder why
Why you gave up on trying
or why you killed yourself
With slits carved in your wrists
and a bullet in your heart