This is not my place.
The smile I wear is fake.
Constantly fighting to escape your
The proof of my struggles remains on
Through tears in the dark I turn over
A stranger, a monster, lying next to me
I lay awake planning again and again
The fastest way out inside of my head
Its time. This time-
All of my bruises will heal
But forever will you live with all the
guilt that you feel-
Or do you feel?
Or did whatever conscious that you
had drowned in my tears?
Do you have any remorse for causing
Do you understand consequence or
live your life mocking it?
And when the devil on your shoulder
talks, do you just bow down to it
No longer will I cry like a fool.
I wouldn’t spend another second living
under your rule.
I’d rather fight and run bare-footed
into the night.
Praying to God that I can escape this
If not, okay.
I’ll take what I can take.
Anything is better than this cold, evil
I’ll go wherever I have to,
And I’ll accept any fate.
Anything is worth it to escape this