There's a gun in my hand But I'm too weak to lift it up More drained than before I am empty I'm picking up where I left off Five years ago When everything started to get all fucked up Honesty was confused with desire The human need to feel good Even if for a short time We forget about the crash and burn The aftermath of powerful emotions So bottled up, it had to explode Pushed into the back of my mind It won't be ignored anymore It comes out in tears Fresh scars and jittery movements Repulsed by the ugly, I lean over And try to throw up Try to release these anguished feelings The lies I'd been eating Deadlier than bullets They wonder why kids get high these days So hard to escape Need a drink Need a smoke Need a drug, a cut Anything to aide the pain Of which I speak of so frequently There's a thin line between love and hate Unfortunately, unwillingly I'm about to cross that line And say good-bye to those who tried to break me News to them I only scratched
7/12/02
