XxFoRbIdDeN_fRuItxX
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: XxX_B.Y.O.B_XxX
Topic: _XxForbidden _Resolutions

It’s not about dying
It’s about being alive,
It’s not about resistance to pain,
It’s about the inability to cry,
It’s about bringing yourself,
Back from by the edge,
It’s about balancing yourself,
So you don’t fall from the ledge,
It’s not about becoming someone else,
It’s about hanging on to your image,
It’s not about being brave,
It’s about hiding your lack of courage,
It’s not about dragging others down,
It’s about standing alone,
It’s not about fitting in with others,
It’s about being on your own,
It’s not about the wounds,
It’s more about the scars,
It’s not about the knives,
The razors and glass shards,
It’s not about being open,
It’s about keeping deadly secrets,
It’s not really about the bruises,
The burns, the scratches and cuts,
It’s about feeling again,
Knowing you’re not a machine,
It’s about purging the body,
And no longer feeling unclean,
It’s about seeing the stars through a ceiling,
About believing that things can turn around,
It’s about feeling hopeless and miserable,
Feeling lost and never being found,
It’s about being inside a fantasy,
That you created in your mind,
It’s about hearing all the hidden things,
And seeing through the blind,
It’s about controlling all your actions,
Proving what you can do,
It’s about letting yourself go sometimes,
When no one will worry about you,
It’s not about dying,
It’s about being able to feel,
It’s about being fake,
And pretending that you’re real.

XxFoRbIdDeN_fRuItxX
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: XxX_B.Y.O.B_XxX
Topic: _XxForbidden _Resolutions


It’s not about dying
It’s about being alive,
It’s not about resistance to pain,
It’s about the inability to cry,
It’s about bringing yourself,
Back from by the edge,
It’s about balancing yourself,
So you don’t fall from the ledge,
It’s not about becoming someone else,
It’s about hanging on to your image,
It’s not about being brave,
It’s about hiding your lack of courage,
It’s not about dragging others down,
It’s about standing alone,
It’s not about fitting in with others,
It’s about being on your own,
It’s not about the wounds,
It’s more about the scars,
It’s not about the knives,
The razors and glass shards,
It’s not about being open,
It’s about keeping deadly secrets,
It’s not really about the bruises,
The burns, the scratches and cuts,
It’s about feeling again,
Knowing you’re not a machine,
It’s about purging the body,
And no longer feeling unclean,
It’s about seeing the stars through a ceiling,
About believing that things can turn around,
It’s about feeling hopeless and miserable,
Feeling lost and never being found,
It’s about being inside a fantasy,
That you created in your mind,
It’s about hearing all the hidden things,
And seeing through the blind,
It’s about controlling all your actions,
Proving what you can do,
It’s about letting yourself go sometimes,
When no one will worry about you,
It’s not about dying,
It’s about being able to feel,
It’s about being fake,
And pretending that you’re real.

Conformity the disease, Rebellion the cure
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: As i walk through the valley of death, I fear no evil


This girl’s best friend is her knife,
She doesn’t like the company of others,
She’s rather listen to the words of blood,
Than to the advice of her mother,
Her friend is always there for her,
It helps her through the hard times,
It keeps all of her deadly secrets,
And turns blind eyes to her crimes,
But her friend is also violent,
Her friend’s words cut her deep,
Each syllable slices through her skin,
And keeps her from her sleep,
When her own species cast her out,
Her friend always offers support,
When everyone is giving her the cold shoulder,
The knife offers lonely comfort,
The razor edge will break the arm,
Slit and cut and slice and slash,
Blood flows forth as a red river,
Deeper and deeper she can’t look back,
This girl’s only friend is her knife,
Even though she’s pretty clever,
But this girl lies down to weep at night,
Because she knows friendship lasts forever