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It'd be cool to get some comments every now and then.
Just sayin'. 
They keep mostly to themselves.
Don't make a sound in case they hear you.
It only hurts me to be near you, keep those tired eyes closed.
Careful, follow my instruction and I will show you self-destruction.
This masterpiece is only mine, entirely guilty by design. 
A month is no time at all, no time to reach down and erase you
You're so emotional in the light of your mom's front room
I'm a thoughtless beast, afraid of everything. And it's how you choose to see it
Strength or human needs? 
The absence of God will bring you comfort, baby
And planning is for the poor so let's pretend that we're rich.
And I'm not my body or how I choose to destroy it 
Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move. Awake but cannot open my eyes and
the weight is crushing down on my lungs, I know I can't breathe. And hope someone will save me
this time. And your mother's still calling you insane and high, swearing it's different this time.
And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her that god never blessed her insides
Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things, crawl back into bed to dream of a
time when your heart was open wide and you love things just because.
Like the sick and dying. 
You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. 
You smoke a little more every morning, and drink a little more every afternoon, and need a little more sedative every night You're beginning to feel unnecessary too. 
You should know that I'm gone without leaving.
You have never known this side of me.
Ignorance is your flaw.
Notice me now, I'm gone. 
All that time I wasted is now all I'm making up and its mine, oh its mine.
Now I'm not so scared of what I want. There's a freedom in just being me
And I'm flying, oh I'm flying. 
And the sky is a blueish grey and its become just like a chemical stress
Tracing the lines in my face for something more beautiful than is there
I've barely been gone. 
I'm second hand smoking two packs
a day. And all my exercise comes from
running away. And we hit every fucking light
from here to eternity. And we hit every fucking
light from here to our dreams. 
Your ship may be coming in, you're weak but not giving in
To the cries and the wails of the valley below and your ship may be coming in
You're weak but not giving in. And you'll fight it, you'll go out fighting all of em'. 
But you'll fight and you'll make it through, you'll fake it if you have to. And you'll show up for work
with a smile. You'll be smarter and more grown up and a better daughter or son
And a real good friend and you'll be awake, you'll be alert. You'll be positive though it hurts
And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends and you'll be a real good listener
You'll be honest, you'll be brave, you'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful.
You'll be happy.
And who am I to give you what you need
when I'm learning, just learning?
Learning how to live and to bear the weight.
And push into the sky. It's easier to lie. 
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