This shade of dark you portray against me,
Turns into a swift way for me to exit,
To escape,
To leave my colours behind,
For I am a sleeper,
I circulate 'round my delusion,
Looking for hope that'll never exist,
I am a danger to all around me,
Please don't follow my foot steps,
I'll lead you to your fall,
To the place filled with padded white,
Where I'll spend the rest of my years,
Though company would be pleasant,
and I'd choose the chance to heal,
I think high of you,
Although you'll never do of me.
All I ask,
Is that my weigh-in in your heart,
Won't be too steep to climb,
For I'd love to have our bond reignite,
Pick me my palace,
Dig me my grave,
Shut my eyes and let me go,
Hand me my essence,
Since I'm already dead in your eyes,
Cherish these moments,
Cause when you do the most,
They'll be gone
Hand me my essence,
Since I'm already dead in your eyes,
Maybe one day I'll be free from the curse of caring,
I'll be free from all the flaws,
And all the faults,
In my heart.
This rewinded sickness of feeling so lost until I find someone to love,
To slowly get out of the habit of bad aptitude,
To feeling great,
To feeling cherished,
To feeling loved-
But as I love I lose perception,
undaunted to the fact,
that nothing good comes,
without something bad,
And that I don't possess your heart,
Not even a glimpse of it from the start
Today I've vowed not to love,
For love is but weakness,
A pressure point,
The only part of us that force us to listen,
The part of us that force us to our feet,
Mistakes are what makes us,
And mistakes is what I am,
As I've blindly thrown myself to a wasteland, I'm torn again,
Mistakes are what makes us,
And mistakes is what I am,
Mistakes are what makes us,
And mistakes is what I am