Rotting Alive

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.