Normal
Is what I want to be
To live a life of solitude, to be free
But I am a caged bird
Looking at the others flying so high
I wish they would free me, come down from that sky
Normal
Something I am not
Living in a life where youre practically a bot
Wishing everyday you would be sent to the grave
Six feet under, an end to the pain
Living in sin, everyone grins
They see my demon within
One last final slice
Against my throat
Wouldn't that be nice
The reaper is near
I think I'll just lye here
Awaiting his arrival
This is my survival
YOU ARE READING
Traurig
Poetry❝I had to close that window or else she'd go on jumping out of it forever.❞ / / © The Virgin Suicides