Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that youll see.
All by myself, Im alone in such poor company.
The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink,
I cant stop the insects that are feeding,
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
I broke myself, shattered,tied a bow around every piece.
Youll lovely the eyes.
Have they always shown so vacantly?
The more I show the less youll want to know.
I cant stop the insects that are feeding,
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now Im on display.
I am becoming.
Hurt myself today.
Its all for you.
Do you like, do you like, what Im becoming?
Cut myself today.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you
flee.
Pushed through your panes.
Seems Ive landed quite uncomfortably.
But as I pass through souls of broken glass
I cant stop the insects that are feeding.
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Please dont ask me just what I think, trust me,
You dont want to know.
Please dont ask me to open up, trust me, trust me,
cause I cant.
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