cold, crashing waves are making our feet numb
breathless shivers come out of our blue lips
we'll stay submerged in the water of our fallacies
even if our lungs cry out in despair
sticking our hands into the glass ridden sand
cutting deep into our scars but we'd say it's alright
colored bandaids with our favorite cartoon characters
riddle our skin like tattoos to cover up the lies of our youth
hands on wine bottles, fingers laced with powder
each inhale is another hour of pretend
how many more times will you put yourself through it?
pain is beauty but is pain worth that same beauty?