the world always tilts
when I need it to be level,
why would you want it once
when I was blessed with several?
I get on my knees almost every night
and pray that I\'ll wake up
feeling alive,
but I\'m just more and more decayed.
and who likes a corpse?
if you\'re into necromance,
then I\'m right in your court.
I can\'t look in the mirror,
I\'m afraid that it will crack
and seven more years of this bullshit
seems such a stab in the back.
I could never face you,
you\'re everything I lack.
every single gesture,
and God, I\'ve lost track.
how does a girl fall away
like leaves from a tree?
she rots into nothing
she\'s dust as dust as dust
she\'s finally free!
I\'m done hailing Mary
\'cause she was never a saint,
I was promised redemption
but even that part was fake.
now my moans are all I hear
and I hope he hears them too,
but what good is faith
when your own God hates you?
I wonder why...
I need to cry...
please let me die.