As I Lay Dying
Single • 2012
The truth of my heart is like a repressed tale A censored and silenced story Repression or restraint It is a delicate balance Between bleeding out what will make me drown And closing in what I cannot afford to spill Either way I must cauterize Cauterize the open wound I'm caught between the feeling Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell I'm caught between the feeling Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell And if these are the only options This will always be Hell Never ending Though I still may be breathing There is no quality of life So I choose to risk it all for you For you to be by my side I'm caught between the feeling Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell I'm caught between the feeling Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell A crowd is easy to deceive But now I am a patient on the table I'll give you the knife Cut away as you see fit Just promise me the patience To wait for me to heal I'm caught between the feeling Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell I'm caught between the feeling Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell I'm caught between the feeling Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
i never wanted and i never cared before now take it back this is a new day how i long to regress to the days before i took upon myself the obsessions of this world a day of innocence equating beauty for tomorrow may fall and today is already gone now take it back this is a new day i've grown tired of chasing convinced i was in need and now the years i've spent only a slave to this tomorrow may fall and today is already gone i will no longer adore these things that will never satisfy me i have seen my world change and then go back to where it came in this vicious circle we are all brought back to life only to die again but without these barren obsessions i am simply free
Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025
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