Uncured Skin

It doesn't seem to make a difference how many bottles I drained What I smoked The medication I now take The mask I wear upon my face Nothing changes inside Fast paced breathing Clutching on to something Never quite sure what I am trying to hold on to Too scared of what I might find If I go searching for myself I'm too ashamed I'm not ashamed I crossed so many lines I feel so sick, I feel just fine I'm not quite sure what the hell I am anymore Insults dried on my tongue Bruises don't hurt anymore Just another mark to fade away, I always want to fade away Everyone just pretend I don't exist for an hour And I promise to return from my own mind With nothing short of a masterpiece you will never admire A side of me you will never see A promise you will swear I could never keep One million more apologies That mean nothing to you But destroy me Merely of which to speak