Another day in paradise. Just sleep, eat, bless, bleed, repeat.
The eyes greet the glass and yet the lies fill my lungs until I'm breathing on your words.
These walls keep staring at me, boxing me in, until a razor blade grasps at my throat.
Asphyxiation as a fashion statement.
With every passing smile, I feel the color leave my eyes. No one can see me from here.
Are you even looking at me in the eyes? What the f*ck am I doing here?
Just get the f*ck out.
Why do I feel guilty calling you a friend?
Why do I feel empty calling you?