Broken Angel
The water is rushing down the side of your collar,
I can’t breathe anymore and I can’t see straight.
I’m just fighting the emptiness inside; it’s oh so frightening,
Am I bleeding for all the right reasons?
Or am I caught in the storm you bring me too,
Capturing my attention and throwing me for a loop,
You’re like an addiction I can’t stop; I wanna bite my tongue and bleed.
A burden of mine to try and hide,
A bottomless bottle and scars to revel in,
I’m just another failure to you.
I will always try to make you as proud as can be,
Yet still I fail to see just how far I go.
Am I at the end or is this the start of my new horizon?
I am the fire inside my own soul,
You’ve never let me burn so much brighter,
The counter to the world I wanna face,
I’ll let you know just what I want you too, leaving without a trace
Tangled in the hell of disease,
My veins are open to the euphoria you give,
Seething in the feeling you bring
Bring me back to the world I was living in before
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