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Distorted and Cracked
Foggy and Smudged
Should I Sink or Swim?
Take a Look or Just a Glance?
I feel I’m gonna be sick
every time I see this bitch!
Am I too blind to see
what is really there?
Or do I really not even care?
Take a picture,
It lasts much longer.
Burn it, Shred it!
Cast a Spell and make it go away!
Photographs are the testament
that this is real.
Every time I see her I just wanna DIE!
Should I Sink or Swim?
Live or Die?
I don’t know why?!?!?!
Why- Do You Love Me?
Why- Do You Call THIS Pretty?
Why- Do I Not See What You See?
Take off this blindfold someone wrapped over my eyes.
Remove all the messed up, fucked up lies!!!
Or are they just a figment of my imagination?
Am I wishing everyone would prove me wrong?
Call me a beauty?
Or am I really truly a beast?
Feeding myself lies that pour from your
mouth to quiet the pain?
Take it all away!!!!!!!!
She is Beauty THE Beast! A demented creation!
Frankenstein’s favorite girl but she has no heart
just an ink black pool of blood.
Lovin’ herself just ain’t no fun.
Hypocritical points of view
but still I say I love you
bitch!!!!
Streaked and Smeared
Blurry and Unclear
Should I Sink or Swim
my way through this picture?
Ignore it. Fake it. Or
just fuckin’ pretend it?
Beat it. Kill it and DIE!!!
Should I Sink or Swim?
Live or Die?
I don’t know why?!?!?!
Why- Do You Love Me?
Why- Do You Call THIS Pretty?
Why- Do I Not See What You See?
†hå† Gïrl
Today I looked in the mirror
I didn't see much there
Just a face with a pair of eyes,
a nose and a mouth.
She looks like all the others,
in this place called Earth,
but people say she is different
I just don't see it
People say she is special -
that she has a lot to offer
People say she is talented
and can do anything she
sets her mind to.
When I look at this girl
all I see is a human.
Nothing special, nothing cool.
Just a girl that seems to be in a trance.
A girl that wants to relax.
A girl that has a story to tell but. . .
the knowledge is lacked.
This girl needs help.
I can see it on her face.
But all the help she is given, she just won't take.
So . . . does she really need help?
No. . .
This girl needs a friend.
Someone on whom she can depend.
But. . . Oh! This girl is popular.
She's such a trend.
Look at all the people she can call friend!
But still . . .she feels alone.
Like something's not right. . .
She just can't sense it
Oh, not quite.
She's learning to accept it.
But that's not right.
Is she just doing this to herself, out of spite?
I wish to help her,
to set her free.
But. . . I take a closer look. . .
and
that girl. . .
is me. . .
