Soft As Scissorcuts

Year after year, same old same old, Shaking with lust to self-destruct, Some days I think it's the last of me, What do I have to do to convince you I'm not all right? So empty yesterday, tummy hurts either way, I think I ate too much, but it keeps me going for a day or two, Cycle continues as the nothing eats up the hunger, Chokes my stomach and shuts my mouth. Pillow's too warm, damp eyes stare with disinterest, Breakfast, lunch, dinnertime, Shrug off the nightclothes as if there's a point, Sinister sunrise a few sighs later, Beautiful, justifies the way I live my life. Stay away, far away from me, All your smiles feed the guilt engulfing your good intentions, You're the only things keeping me going, I can't stand you. Wonder if there's anything still running through my veins? Love holds me back, won't let me check, Let me be alone. And you, this isn't all about you, Don't want you, you don't want me, So I beg you to stay, sleep by my side, I'll rely on you to make me feel alive. So many faces, thousands of words Go to waste, overshadowed by the minority, They stick to me, sink in, become my skin, Say I'm playing the victim, Lying still on my bed, taking in every note, Self-absorbed music, It's a teenage phase after all. Only a phase. Six years of a phase. Tell me again to get rid of that annoying miserable face.