Could bring myself to.
If you would bother to.
Excuses I make for myself as I laugh off the pain and
play a facade
Of being O.K.
You can see through me
As I try to become the act I play,
As I desperately try to heal my wounds
By applying knives.
How? I know that I’m a
Convincing actress. How in the world
Do you see right through the window?
I feel so Vulnerable
And I’m becoming a martyr
To my own Love.
When I remember the sacrifices I’ve made for you
as I was bleeding like the Scarlet Ibis,
I can’t help but feel bitter about you-
Kind of a Dark Chocolate Love.
Every time my mouth smiles yes
My eyes cry no
But how did you know?