Date: September 16, 2012
Tone: Hurt, curious, sad
Intro: I’ve had enough.
Cut ‘Em Deep
Don’t push me over cause I can barely stand
Hold me up and or lend me a hand
I feel myself trembling from all the pain
What weakness do I have?
Yes, I’m afraid…
What can I do
When it’s not me
I can’t solve your problem
But at the same time…
The problem is me…!
What’s left for me to do?
I would end it if I could
But I still a soul
Attached to what ‘could’
They tell me
(The ones who care)
That what I’m doing bad
That they don’t know what to do at this point
And it makes me kind of glad
That they can’t do a thing
About what’s wrong with me
But deep down inside
I’m screaming, “Please, save me!”
The look in your eyes
I know you want to
But what can you?
When all you do is stare?
That’s all you can bring yourself to do
And you know that it hurt me more than you
But then you lend out your hand and shake your head
“Is this the way you fall?”
“’Cause I can’t seem to let you go…”
“Oddly enough, I want you know.”
“That even if I can’t do a thing.”
“I can stand here and smile for you.”
“It’s the least… That I can do.”
No, don’t do that.
I was there
I’m happy
No, don’t do that
It’s bad
You’re being silly
No, do don’t that
You made me smile when I was down
No, don’t do that, turn that frown upside down…
I understand
I used to, too
But it doesn’t help
You should know that as well…
It may give you some thought
But it’s all in your head
Give it another shot
You know there’s more than this…
Oh- (3x)
Oh- (3x)
Oh- (3x)
Don’t you dare… give in.
I spend my time….
Thinking about you…
I sing my heart out to try and lead you…
My hands are free,
Never shall I let you go
I know in order for you to learn you have to fall first although-
I can’t stand, seeing you like this
It hurts me more—then your imagination can comprehend
And yet I’m, looking at you with my sad eyes
You’ve done it so many times.
I say that I loss hope for you
But you know deep down
I just want you to get up
Because you’re not…completely lost
But I still don’t
Understand…
The things you do
It seems like it hurts more that way
But somehow…
I’m going to let you decide
I may not be the demanding
But Obviously I can see through your scars
The little details
Yes, I know they exist
But get up
You’re more than this.
“I take the knife in my hand.”
Once again…
I’m looking at my reflection in the blade…
And I remember you
All the things that you do
All the little things that make me happy
But to me it hurts more
When I see what they’re doing
I can’t control my insanity for the want to bleed
Bleed because I can
From the cuts I create
Not form someone else
I know…
You don’t want me to do this
But at… The time- I don’t know how to get through this.
Conclusion: There will be a whole section that will be missing from here because I can’t find my journal. When I do I’ll upload it. But… Mom and Dad aren’t getting along at it all end up on me. “Why don’t you respect me? Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you…” Well I’ve had enough. I can’t stand taking the blame for your actions. And I’m hurt. What do you want me to explain? Isn’t that rnough?”