When it comes down to it,
I don't need to be here.
So much of everything
would become so easy
if I spoke the word goodbye.
It would break my heart for you
to mourn or cry,
just use it as an excuse
of being free,
because you really don't need me.
Somewhere deep inside,
I feel I take up space,
cover up whatever's left of this place.
I'm sick and tired
of giving in,
allowing them to believe they win,
I really CAN'T relate to him,
although he believes
he could be my twin.
My disappearance
would be far from suicide alone,
just a part of me
has fell off the throne,
and nobody in the entire world
understands,
no woman, no man,
could see what I see,
could be where I wanna be,
so when I leave, I'll still remain,
only in a world where things are sane,
a world never heard of,
a world far away,
from everything I know,
and face everyday. |
