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Mockery |
| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Saturday, 15 March 2008 | |
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Mockery
Life is only a game A line dividing insanity and the sane
Where am I on this line remains the question But there isn't a clear answer, through all this aggression
I can be calm I can think progressive But I can be hopeless, sad and reflective
There is someone else inside Sometimes he comes out to show his pride
I can't keep him under control He does as he wishes, he has no soul
He hurts who he pleases Makes true all their diseases
He cuts out all the good things I have within He makes me appear sick, full of sin
But this is not the way I truly am All of his dread I am forced to defend
He rapes me everyday Puts me on my knees, putting my weakness on display
Please rescue me from him Show him the weak can sometimes win
Tell me I'm not that bad Tell me the ending won't be sad
Ha, but the truth is him and I are one in the same I have just used you, made you a pawn in my game
I have absorbed all your pity for me It feels good listening to you weep
There are no fairy tales Just more souls to sell
Now I have gotten what I wanted out of you Your love bores me, I need something new
Pick yourself up off my floor Take your pathetic self through that door
I have taken pleasure in making you a mockery Now I have abused you just like the past has abused me Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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