"I wanna kill myself" shit, I don't know who said it first it was either me or the man in the mirror. A woman's figure draws you in and leaves you empty. I sit upon a bench, a bus, I'm taking the train, Scratching my head at how my first said she'd never leave me in the rain, now I'm covered in rust, my heart's just gathering dust while another one's out enjoying the sun. "son" He said with a blank expression "seems you suffer from a bit of massive depression." I didn't need a man to tell me that I'm not alright, I just need a real woman to stare up at the starlight. I know I blindly feel out with my fragile fingertips to search for another heart but I always end up feeling a breast not beating. It's their curves that draw me in, it's their eyes that make me sin, but I remember when I promised I'd win. Shit, maybe I did, maybe by taking the dive into the depths of depression I've found a way out of recession. You want Romeo and Juliet, but I'm not Shakespeare, I'm young and drunk. I won't trick you with beautiful words, though I'm capable. I'll tell you like it is, my words are simple and effective. Like bricks thrown at your teeth. So don't call me your prince charming, call my doctor and alarm him, I'm drinking and I'm writing. My words are so sharp they cut my tongue and I've only just begun. Maybe I'm just looking for a girl to shut me up, maybe I'm just looking for a girl to fill my cup. I stare into his eyes in the mirror but his grin's never been clear to me, that is until I get a few beers in me. Then we trade faces and I've become everything I've never been. |