delilah-
06-25-2005, 01:53 AM
The Tragic Lost Cause
The tragic lost cause, the one who didn’t speak
She gave her life away
The day she turned it off
The day she turned off all the pain that was running in her
The pain that she let it build
The pain she put like the building blocks
The blocks those build their lives with
She muttered to herself with those blocks of life
I'm getting back at you for everything you said
I'm going to make you pay
It isn't all your fault
But I’ll let my blind eye be the judge of that
I can look at anything just the way I want
If your going to hurt me I’ll hurt myself just so you can watch me the next day
I’ll be the one in blood
With my razor next to me
And a note that wont say anything
And my dying words I utter
Just to spite you even though I know deep down
Even though I know
That being you isn't always easy
“You hurt me”
The tragic lost cause would laugh with herself
She let herself believe
That being bare was better than the tatters that she lived
That hopelessness was her life not the blocks that she had held
Unknown to her of how it became
She let herself turn it off and hoped with her meaningless note they would see
They would see the irony of being her, the irony of being me
Pretence or is it real or just unforgivable actions with undesirable consequences
Maybe you don’t want me to get it
Maybe it’s easier for you if I don’t
That way you can be sad all you want
Saying that I don’t get it
I can blame now, it’s easier to cry easier to be upset just pretending it’s all because they don’t get it
Yeh you shove it in their faces
Practice makes perfect, why practice if no ones perfect
Sock it to them
To be as near perfection as you can be?
I knew you would cross when it was green
Because you know I get you
The difference is all in ones head
I'm missing you from where I am
I placed myself in a place darker then the hole that keeps emptying
It empties when it realises that life isn’t too bad
It for some unknown reason cant let that be
Maybe
Maybe it makes it easier to play along being down
Or not
I'd like to be perfect
That way you wouldn’t be missed
Because we'd both be on one side of the road
No lights not messages no poetry no empty holes
I’d be reading inside a car with the light above me flickering but never dieing out
The way life is supposed to be
Or maybe it isn’t
Who keeps that knowledge hidden from the world?
Write back from the lucky place your in
From the place where I reside, choosing to keep myself here, pretending I see no way out.
The tragic lost cause, the one who didn’t speak
She gave her life away
The day she turned it off
The day she turned off all the pain that was running in her
The pain that she let it build
The pain she put like the building blocks
The blocks those build their lives with
She muttered to herself with those blocks of life
I'm getting back at you for everything you said
I'm going to make you pay
It isn't all your fault
But I’ll let my blind eye be the judge of that
I can look at anything just the way I want
If your going to hurt me I’ll hurt myself just so you can watch me the next day
I’ll be the one in blood
With my razor next to me
And a note that wont say anything
And my dying words I utter
Just to spite you even though I know deep down
Even though I know
That being you isn't always easy
“You hurt me”
The tragic lost cause would laugh with herself
She let herself believe
That being bare was better than the tatters that she lived
That hopelessness was her life not the blocks that she had held
Unknown to her of how it became
She let herself turn it off and hoped with her meaningless note they would see
They would see the irony of being her, the irony of being me
Pretence or is it real or just unforgivable actions with undesirable consequences
Maybe you don’t want me to get it
Maybe it’s easier for you if I don’t
That way you can be sad all you want
Saying that I don’t get it
I can blame now, it’s easier to cry easier to be upset just pretending it’s all because they don’t get it
Yeh you shove it in their faces
Practice makes perfect, why practice if no ones perfect
Sock it to them
To be as near perfection as you can be?
I knew you would cross when it was green
Because you know I get you
The difference is all in ones head
I'm missing you from where I am
I placed myself in a place darker then the hole that keeps emptying
It empties when it realises that life isn’t too bad
It for some unknown reason cant let that be
Maybe
Maybe it makes it easier to play along being down
Or not
I'd like to be perfect
That way you wouldn’t be missed
Because we'd both be on one side of the road
No lights not messages no poetry no empty holes
I’d be reading inside a car with the light above me flickering but never dieing out
The way life is supposed to be
Or maybe it isn’t
Who keeps that knowledge hidden from the world?
Write back from the lucky place your in
From the place where I reside, choosing to keep myself here, pretending I see no way out.