I don't know myself, and yet myself always seems to be able to find me
As I lay within the cold, blood encrusted arms of treachery
A face without a smile and eyeless holes, it is who I am
A mask, a mirror, a process to begin again
As my fingertips work through out the delicate fabric of time
Tracing back to the beginning of my wretched life line
Carefully, silently, slowly I untangle my web of memories
Myself finds me at the sunset of a moonless agony
Where my light fades, the only embrace is within myself
Trust myself, my mirror and no one else
Without being able to separate the knots without rippling the past
If only, if only the seconds, minutes and years hadn't gone by so fast
But within my hand, I hold the world, I hold my life
To change time, to change fate and to die
Simple as that, if the past cannot be undone or removed
Suicide is the new product everyone enjoys to use
No turning back time, No resetting the ages
No ripples in the hour glass's sandy shore, no destroyed pages
With blood like air floating carelessly and smiling up at me
As if I could drown in this blood enriched sea
Myself always seems to find me when the pain seeps in
A mask, a mirror, a process to begin again
As I close my open wounds and myself holds me at sun rise
Just as the light had faded, So will I begin a new life
But my eyes open to the reality of this world
The suffering this life has endured
Why must myself stop me from finishing what I started
Why does myself keep me living as one of the broken hearted
Perhaps it's all in my head, perhaps it's as I please it to be
With voices telling me that what I believe is just imaginary
Lets tip our wine glasses high on end
Drink our problems away and call alcohol a friend
Where dreams are the reality and no one has to care
Drunk on life and there never existed a nightmare
I don't know myself and yet myself always seems to be able to find me
Always stopping me from dying and holding me in the misery
This mask, this mirror, this process won't let me begin again
Always keeping me from death and holding me in sin
One day the insanity will take over, and over
I'll be in the straight jacket and they'll say I have a four leave clover
That I was saved, That I will be fixed like a toy
And that when I am set free the world will be a joy
Like a doll, I can break, and like a doll, once broken will never be the same
Now that I've snapped, this fixing, this purity is all done in vain
And this freedom they speak of, what does it mean to be free
Myself always seems to be able to find me
So lets swallow anti depression and call it god
Over dose on the happiness of this medical fraud
Grow angry for the needles and addicted to being calm
With more pills than blood in our veins from dusk till dawn
A person speaking as if they know who I am, know where I've been
They don't understand that all I am is a mask, a mirror, a process to begin again
Their constant writing and studying me, it's no wonder I go crazy within these walls
The constant screams, straight jackets and doctors' voice within these halls
Rehabilitation through force and and torment
The smiles are just like the walls, made of cement
They say I've been fixed, that everything is okay
Yet I know I'll probably be back the next day
No one is ever fixed like they say they are
I know I'm not, not by far
With pill bottles departed with me as I leave behind insanity
Once again, I am held in blood encrusted arms of treachery
Myself finds me unweaving the web of time once more
With happiness in my veins that have gone straight to the core
The lucky one, if I was lucky I would've died
Instead of living in this unchanging life
So lets hold onto the knife and break open skin
Lets finally be a mask, a mirror, a process to begin again
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