Friends | sweetgurl1992: My old friend who stole his dad's cop car hello... 5 years ago • Report • Link 0 punkisdead333333: LIFE AS A BATTLEFIELD She hits the alarm and lays down her head Cigarettes taste different when lying in bed She always feels so much better at night But she rolls out of bed and turns on the light She checks for her messages but nobody called She talks to her cats as she walks down the hall A quick glance in the mirror, then turn away She tells herself things will be better today She turns on some music, her only true friend She pours some hot coffee then looks for a pen Her spiral is filled with lyrics and rhymes Borrowed emotion flows nicely sometimes She puts on big clothes to soften the blow Then walks out the door with nowhere to go She paints on a smile for all of their eyes But silently curses her need for disguise She's never known love, but that was her choice All the pain that she carries still screams without voice She blends in the crowd for fear she stands out "Stay away, I'm too broken!" her eyes seem to shout Strangers with faces she thinks she once knew Don't come too close, you'll feel her pain too She could outrun the pain if she'd just move her feet So she chokes on her tears as she runs down the street Once in the door, she makes sure it's locked She was glad she decided to throw out the clocks She gives her cats food and pretends that she ate A sense of accomplishment, the moon says it's late A handful of pills in her mouth, then a drink Maybe tonight she'll forget how to think The phone sits beside her, but no one will call Her pen creates tempo, the tears start to fall How long can she live from inside her head? She's sleeping through life, but isn't that dead? Her thoughts are a battle, she's weak from the fight Another day wasted, turn off the light. |