Part of me misses you.
Part of me hates you.
Part of me doesn't believe you are gone.
Part of me loves you.
Part of me feels betrayed.
But most of me mourns you.
A hunger that couldn't be satisfied.
Offered my soul up as the substitute banquent.
You had your fill,
Then Digested me like a pill.
Said you were sick.
And I said it was my fault.
Always been my fault.
All of me believes that last part.
Never doubted it actually.
Too scared to sleep alone,
Too scarred to have anyone I'd call home.
Living in Limbo.
Took a heavy dose of cyanide.
Made it easier,
When you bled me dry.
Pretending now,
That part of me is still alive,
When all of me knows, I'm dead.
Part of me misses you.
Part of me hates you.
Part of me doesn't believe you are gone.
Part of me loves you.
Part of me feels betrayed.
But most of me mourns you.
Lotus flower fingertips.
Picked apart my most sensative sanity.
Disguised as,
What was best at the time.
Why is it,
Justice is always blind?
Smoking gun in your hand.
I'm the murderer.
You've defied physics,
Just for me.
My sweet little nightmare.
My first real needle kiss.
Never existed in your eyes.
Because monsters are make-believe.
Left me hollow inside.
But that couldn't be,
For, as you blamed me,
I began see it was true.
Dirty little monster.
Dirty little hands.
Dirty little dreamer.
But I've got no secret plan
Fade. . .fade away
Most of me just mourns you. |