tell me somethingif you just want to tell me somethingif you just want to disagreeif you just want to hide your faceif you want to keep running in placei don't have the timeand i don't have the spaceand i don't have the will to hateif you just want to tell me somethingif you just want to trick yourselfif you just want to say goodbyeif you want to keep pushing the liesi don't have the timeand i don't have the spaceand i don't have the will to hateif you just want to tell me somethingif you don't like what you seeif you don't want me to beif it's not what you needjust tell me somethingdon't let it hang in the airjust tell me somethingsomething i can bearbecausei don't have the timeand i don't have the spaceand i don't have the will to hate
illusionsnobody ever said it was okay to be mesee what they say sometimes is not what they meanand though they've tried to smash the girl and her dreamsshe nearly forgot everything is not as it seemsremember illusionsin the darkest caveremember them over her graveremember illusionswhen you hurtremember when you are digging in the dirti see my girls walking in steps i have takenthey say she's bold, melodramatic and 27this woman has always known was what forsakenalthough the girl had thought her soft spot was takenremember illusionssurrounded by liesremember them when you look to the skyremember illusionseven in happinessremember them when you feel so fortunateyou won't believe until you feel the blue featheryou won't believe until you feel the blue featheryou won't believe, because you're just like mebut you're not and this is what we both needwith open hands i give them for freeand in giving them to you, i give them to methis exchange has and will always bebefore the
just a little atrophylittle box with a locksitting cold inside a chestmr. winter blew her into icenow mr. summer's gonna melt her niceit's been so, so longdown in this deep freezeeverything's got a little frostbite, so don't teaseshe is scared of mittensthat could unravelBaby would say, "Let me knit you a sweater."so of course the rest is paleand my cereal is stalewhile my garbage climbs to my ceilingcause i got a little atrophybeen so far from feelingbeen lying to the girlbeen whooing the trapbeen letting it gobeen bowing to unworthybeen wishing on a featherbeen working out the kinksbeen hoping there is betteryes, it's just a little atrophycold killer atrophywon't someone please pass the atrophy?time to kill the atrophy.