Puppet master
I apologize but I cannot dress up this tragedy with pretty imagery
Nor will I attempt to dilute it with beautiful metaphors
I’m telling this sorrowful tale exactly how it is
For you know how I can’t satisfy my taste for designer drugs,
Over glamorized self harm, and
Under romanticized martyrdom.
My blood just doesn’t feel comfortable trapped beneath my skin
The pain that takes its place feels quite at home embedded in my mind
Once the blood’s set free it paints me prettier, red flowing freely,
Covering old scars and hideous track marks of past sin
My restless days and sleepless nights are spent
Aching for you
You’re out forgetting about me but your foot still remains,
Firmly in place on my neck.
Play my strings the way you want
But only when you have the time
I know you’ve always got the means
If I just stay under your control I don’t have to save myself
I can’t be the bloody hero unless you cut my heart strings
Nor will I attempt to dilute it with beautiful metaphors
I’m telling this sorrowful tale exactly how it is
For you know how I can’t satisfy my taste for designer drugs,
Over glamorized self harm, and
Under romanticized martyrdom.
My blood just doesn’t feel comfortable trapped beneath my skin
The pain that takes its place feels quite at home embedded in my mind
Once the blood’s set free it paints me prettier, red flowing freely,
Covering old scars and hideous track marks of past sin
My restless days and sleepless nights are spent
Aching for you
You’re out forgetting about me but your foot still remains,
Firmly in place on my neck.
Play my strings the way you want
But only when you have the time
I know you’ve always got the means
If I just stay under your control I don’t have to save myself
I can’t be the bloody hero unless you cut my heart strings