P.X. Vexxus

Something to Prove



I see the darkness, in your eyes

Like a shadow, you’re in disguise

In your mind, you see me cry

In your hands, you bring demise

 

In my mind, you are the truth

My own heart, I cannot soothe

I’m not here, with something to prove

I’m just here to heal my bruise

 

You bring me sorrow, you bring me fears

I fight for tomorrow, with no tears

You bring me pain, through all the years

I leave your stain, at the pier

 

You see the clouds, in my eyes

You make me wish, that I could die

Like a drought, my tears are dry

And all is gone, like the tide

 

The emptiness you left inside

Boils in the heat, beneath your eyes

The hatred, in which you reside

Cyanide will be your ride

 

You bring me sorrow, you bring me fears

I fight for tomorrow, with no tears

I watch you bleed, beneath the stairs

I bury you without a care

 

By cyanide, in my mind

By drowning, undefined

By cutting, in a bind

You are dead in my eyes

 

In my mind, you were the truth

Now you’re buried, beneath a booth

I wasn’t here, with something to prove

But now you’re dead, with no proof



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