Filter

By Laura Dee
October 17, 2014

You wanna see my pretty scars?
I'll show you where the deepest are
The ugliness for the pretty ones to see
Can you still rationalize your judgments of me?

I don't think it's brass, or even cavalier
I'm fed up with lies; it's life that I fear 
This storm will never clear so make yourself at home 
Shelter your fears and leave me alone 

I'll roam in the storm cause this is my home 
You don't have a clue what I've been through alone 
If you really wanna know, just read my old notes 
Filled with emo songs and their bittersweet quotes 

The rain melts away on this skin made of stone 
My life may be short from the trouble I've known
An addict like me is what you could be 
If you knew just a day from the pain that I see 

I'm happier now but days are like this 
When conditional love breeds new loneliness 
Contingent upon your waning comfort in me
I don't want your love of this man I'll never be 

I'm far too blunt for this to be unclear 
So don't lie to me if she is your fear
The ***** in my skin is filtering out 
So don't mess with me if your code is devout 

The train is departing 
No baggage to bring 
No room left for hate 
Where no one is too late 

So we filter them out
Yeah, we filter them out...
Just come as you are 
I'll never be too far
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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