Post by kissmedeadly on Nov 30, 2005 9:28:36 GMT -6
who put me together?
did they forget to follow the required procedure?
and really, the
"throw it against the wall every now and then to make sure it's still beating" sign pinned to my heart,
was that absolutely necessary?
why wasn't i made of wood?
if i have to be touched by fire, i'd rather just burn to the ground the first time.
or maybe glass so once i shatter no one could retrieve every shard and i could stay broken.
how did my skin turn out to be so transparent?
see right through me?
more like cut right through me.
where ever i came from must have hated me a little bit.
in the assembly of my brain you misplaced it with my heart..
and i'm starting to realize
that's not fixable.
"prepare for the worst," you'll tell me like its a secret.
"you'll never be completely ready for disaster."
and you're right, but i'm not admitting to it
because i don't quite understand any of it.
to be honest.. i don't really even know who "you" are.
if i did, you wouldn't exactly be my favorite.
i'd hope to ruin your life
for doing such a horrible job at putting me together.
"your life isn't bad." i can just hear you say that.
you're right again,
but i don't like myself and i've got to blame this on someone.
can i get some sort of refund on my mind?
it seems to be full of holes, not quite complete.
i'd like to believe i didn't start out completely insane.
and i'd ask the same for my heart, but..
i've already found out that it doesn't come with a lifetime warranty.
so, here's my recommendation:
quit your fucking job, not a very nice person.
did they forget to follow the required procedure?
and really, the
"throw it against the wall every now and then to make sure it's still beating" sign pinned to my heart,
was that absolutely necessary?
why wasn't i made of wood?
if i have to be touched by fire, i'd rather just burn to the ground the first time.
or maybe glass so once i shatter no one could retrieve every shard and i could stay broken.
how did my skin turn out to be so transparent?
see right through me?
more like cut right through me.
where ever i came from must have hated me a little bit.
in the assembly of my brain you misplaced it with my heart..
and i'm starting to realize
that's not fixable.
"prepare for the worst," you'll tell me like its a secret.
"you'll never be completely ready for disaster."
and you're right, but i'm not admitting to it
because i don't quite understand any of it.
to be honest.. i don't really even know who "you" are.
if i did, you wouldn't exactly be my favorite.
i'd hope to ruin your life
for doing such a horrible job at putting me together.
"your life isn't bad." i can just hear you say that.
you're right again,
but i don't like myself and i've got to blame this on someone.
can i get some sort of refund on my mind?
it seems to be full of holes, not quite complete.
i'd like to believe i didn't start out completely insane.
and i'd ask the same for my heart, but..
i've already found out that it doesn't come with a lifetime warranty.
so, here's my recommendation:
quit your fucking job, not a very nice person.