Fucked Up
I gave you my heart, I gave you everything.
And now I feel like you're drifting away.
Avoiding me?
Maybe.
Not telling me something ...
I think so.
It hurts to think that you won't wait for me.
It hurts to think that you're with someone else
while I'm trapped here
and chained to a wall so I can't be in your arms.
Fuck, it hurts.
Inside I'm sinking ... falling ...
forever spiraling downward into a blackened void.
Whips across my back,
knives against my flesh,
poison dripping down my throat.
Fists against my face,
blackening my ivory skin.
I'm dying inside ... I'm falling.
Will you catch me?
Will you pick me up into your arms
and kiss away the tears,
brush my hair away from my face
and trace my bruises and cuts with your fingers?
Will you be there when I wake up from my coma?
Will you save me?
Will you?
