...he didnt unbutton your blouse to see...
you think that nobody noticed
you wear your eyeliner a bit too smudged?
you think that nobody promised
that they'd always be there?
...
you think those people cared?
just lay on the cold stone floor,
no pillow could give more comfort.
now the doors locked you in.
barricaded.lost.gasping for air.
the only hand to help you out is the fucker.
the easy way.the only way. yet the wrong way.
stuck at a choice. this is the fork in the road.
stuck at the choice: to be or not to be.
what a cliche question.
sick of cliches and 'what ifs...'
sick of being told how to run your life...or lack thereof.
it was the only place you ever knew.
now the doors locked you in.
the only hand is the easy,only, wrong fucker.
well, no point in being right.
.a better view of your heart, oh yeah can't blame you for trying.
the bolded lyrics and title is Roses by Meg and Dia
im sick of it all, im forced to fit in
why fit in when you're born to stand out?
why choose the right way or wrong way when you dont know your options.
if it were up to me, i'd choose a way, then if i dont like it, go back and try the other.
they cant both be the death of me.
it feels like im pushing everyone away
so what do i have to lose?
MakeLife'WorthIt'...
.Death.Of.Beauty.
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