why


i can’t take it
i can’t make you feel
why i’m breaking
and i can’t change
don’t want to
don’t need to
i don’t want me
i am treasoned
and diseased
and dissatisfied with all i used to be
and i’m going to hell
and it’s just as well
cause deep down
i feel like a devil
lay your hand on the cross
and let them watch you burn
an incandescent flame
so pure and true
i can’t take it
i can’t bleed
what i breathe in
when i feel the way you do
why don’t i feel like i am you?




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