Raz
Bluelighter
call me that name and I'll hit you again,
you're a slut,
you're a bitch,
you're a whore;
Cry louder, tell the whole world about it.
How much more can it hurt before they have to notice? How much longer can you ululate before someone asks what it all means?
Maybe they don't care.
So why keep it up, this charade of seeking help?
Because maybe at least you're hurting them. Every time you whine about your problems you're letting them know that they failed you. Again. And they can't do anything to change that. Maybe if you can't be healed, everyone else should hurt too.
Maybe you're beyond the point of wanting anything but a world of hurt...and a population to fill it.
and now everybody sees and yet nobody knows,
are we all just afraid of the cold?
End Part Two.
you're a slut,
you're a bitch,
you're a whore;
Cry louder, tell the whole world about it.
How much more can it hurt before they have to notice? How much longer can you ululate before someone asks what it all means?
Maybe they don't care.
So why keep it up, this charade of seeking help?
Because maybe at least you're hurting them. Every time you whine about your problems you're letting them know that they failed you. Again. And they can't do anything to change that. Maybe if you can't be healed, everyone else should hurt too.
Maybe you're beyond the point of wanting anything but a world of hurt...and a population to fill it.
and now everybody sees and yet nobody knows,
are we all just afraid of the cold?
End Part Two.
