“Set In Stone…..Sort Of”
I carve the word FUCK into my left arm
accompanied by LIFE on my right
school starts tomorrow and I am not ready
to relinquish my last remnant of freedom
they beat me down after she left me
took their words and molded them into swords
and cut me deeper than I ever have
why do I find lacerations a form of beauty
well I do only if they mask a form of pain
yeah mine all mask a form of reality
reality I do not deserve or want or need no no
she is the fantasy the dream that I have got to have
I pack all my belongings into a knapsack I keep under my bed
one notebook and some pens a c.d. case with player to match
plenty of Coheed and all the RAGE I need to get by
I don’t have any legal tender but that fact doesn’t get to me
because that shit just ain’t real oh no it’s not
I’ve got to find a way out an escape ladder of some sort
but with none present I sink back into my room
and re-write the words I cannot speak to my father
someone kill me please take me away from this shit
I cannot tell her the things I did tonight
she thinks I put it all behind me and left happily
I left her happily but it wasn’t to be ever after
oh she is the light at the end of the tunnel
and I am I the train on the wrong track
falling farther away from her grace every minute
every minute that I am not in her presence
I carve FUCK in my left and LIFE in my right
but I will hide them as best I can
she doesn’t need me
she doesn’t need my baggage
she doesn’t need the bullshit
she needs love
she deserves ten times better
she doesn’t need me……..
 
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