Do you hear how loud it gets when the silence devours the sound?
How lonely you really are, when there’s everyone imaginable around?
How weak you become when you fight against yourself.
How you're your own best friend, and worst enemy, but still, you want to be someone else.
The poison your demons give you, somehow brings you life.
They tell you that you have deeper wounds than those birthed by the sharpest knife.
It’s the continuous decisions that trap you in a cycle of regret.
You tell yourself that you like the dark,
but you just haven’t seen the light yet.
You tell the shadows that you’ll do better, when you promised yourself that you won’t.
You convince yourself that you’re the only one that understands yourself, when you know **** well, you don't.
You like the way you bite love.
Maybe you like the way love bites.
You crave the pressure, the pain, the game
The way it excites.
Crying feels like happiness.
Living, yet yearning to die
Balance is the key to destruction.
The truth is just a lie.
Blow out the candle.
Look into the mirror
It’s the only way to see her.
She’s not afraid of you.
She’s afraid of reality, and what you’ll see in her.
She sees you when there’s no one.
You see her when there’s everyone.
But every time you approach her, you realize gratefully…
That there’s no one.
No one… except you.