'She screams in silence/a sullen riot penetrating through her mind/waiting for a sign/to smash the silence with the brick of self control.'
I've concluded we're all more screwed up than anyone cares to notice.
I'm sorry you can't accept yourself, whether it be in love or hate, to close the spilt daydream and mend the broken thoughts.
Rip yourself open and sew yourself shut.
'Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you?/Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?/Scream at me until my ears bleed/I'm taking heed just for you.'
What are you going to do when that silver spoon you held for so long falls out of your mouth?
If you confuse me, have you succeeded?
Don't try to convince me that I'm that good an actor.
The details of irrelevancy that you hope to burn me with. Crush their pedestals as yours raises higher on false truths and desperate prevaricate and innuendo. But your silence cuts deeper than the words ever could.
Go ahead, see if you can buy that happiness you've always wanted.
'She's figured out all her doubts were someone else's point of view/Waking up this time/To smash the silence with the brick of self control.'
By Andrew Zbihlyj
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