5 acessos
Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see.
All by myself, i'm alone in such poor company.
The deeper i think, the deeper i seem to sink.
I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
You'll love the eyes. have they always shone so vacantly?
The more i show the less you'll want to know.
I can't stop the insects that are feeding ,
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Now i'm on display, i am becoming.
Hurt myself today. it's all for you
Do you like what i'm becoming?
Cut myself today, it's all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as i watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes. seems i've landed quite uncomfortably,
But as i pass through souls of broken glass,
I can't stop the insects that are feeding,
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Please don't ask me what i think, trust me, you don't want to know.
Please don't ask me to open up. trust me. trust me. 'cause i can't.