can’t seem to find yourself
lost in a world that doesn't exist and never will
i hate your world
it’s full of violent fantasies and erotic dreams
scared of what the real world sees
when they see you
or can they see through
and I know your double life
except, some things can’t be cured with a knife
forget who you are, which you’ve already done
forgotten yourself and everyone
the red tears you cry
on your opposite side
and the empathy you spread
with your words of the dead
you sicken me and pain me
guilt me and drain me
as though you thought you’d reign supreme
in fact you’re lost in your own scheme
twisted in a briar patch of lies
broken down, and still you cry
it’s your own fault you’ve lost your sight
i warned you not to stay out at night