Đóng góp: hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see.
all by myself, i'm alone in such poor company.
the deeper i think, the deeper i seem to sink.
i can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
i broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
you'll love the eyes.
have they always shone so vacantly?
the more i show the less you'll want to know.
i can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
now i'm on display, i am becoming.
hurt myself today.
it's all for you do you like what i'm becoming? cut myself today,
it's all for you. i part the night,
flashing, approaching as i watch you flee.
pushed through your panes.
seems i've landed quite uncomfortably,
but as i pass through souls of broken glass,
i can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
please don't ask me what i think, trust me,
you don't want to know.
please don't ask me to open up.
trust me. trust me.
'cause i can't.