I'm sorry I just told you so
Six feet under the ground is where
When things go to slow in life
And my head is ready to dive
In whatever it can get his hands on
It's been too long since I've blurted out
A smile, a laugh so loud it shook
The bones inside and woke them up
From the place they wanted to hide
There is dust in the corners of my skin
And within ghosts still haunt the floors
Of my creeking doors this framework
Bony structure of mine does not want
It wants to bite in the happy
And then make you as sad as me
It's my way of finding the free
Wanting the control they never get to see
Somewhere high is where my
Their fingertips brushing the edges of a
it's a game they need to catch
Do you really think you own me?
This puppet mask is not real my voice
Does not sound sweet at all
It sounds like the falling of person
It's how I die, how I destruct every little
Part of me because I do not deserve
I deserve the ghosts and the loneliness that haunts between my bones
It wants to be alone because no one faces the shadows and opens the windows
Even my hesitance shows that I'm not ready
It's a lonely and automatic cry
The scream I hear whenever I must lie
- Masked up the truth, I.c.f.