Writing off the top of my head- Creative Session
Just spitting thoughts
With every spoken whisper
I'm clenching at my chest
Trying to remind myself
Trying to see past duress
It's the jaded moment knowing
Seeing shadows move as they should not
The old familiar tick of the clock
And feeling myself smother
A victim to what I want to see
It's the other half; a broken side of me
The part that blends with make believe
Cause no one seems to understand...
So Ill just make up things that say they can
It's the stranded voices is my head
The russian roulette of rolling out of bed
Today I could just be someone
Or I could close my eyes and just be
I'm peeling my nails back to the skin
Tying ropes around my shins
Cause I'm better off trapped all alone
Where the world can't see my smile
The purest picture of denial
Cause how can you love something like this
It's the blending colors of a soul
A being that's lost all control
Where make believe and what we see
Twisted nightmares of who to be
There really is no right choice
Just a puppet, looking for a voice
Cause when you forget how to be yourself
It's one big step; a search for our strings
Trying to be what people want to see;
As opposed to the beauty; the difference that's me
So pass the scissors, let me cut these ropes
It's time to show you what a nightmare really can be
