Just a Fly
Im stuck
A fly on fly paper
Hanging from the ceiling
Im twitching and rotting
Trying to rip free from my see through wings
Their is nothing in this world that can free me
Nothing that i want to be
A twenty-four hour life
Death today before tomorrow can even be conceived
The same old thing
My mind wont let me sleep
I close my eyes only to realize that i was just blinking
Is this how life is supposed to be?
A binary universe that Death toys with
Just paper card house sealed with bubble gum
With jolly rancher windows and ginger bread stars
No
Just child wishes for something better then this ramshackle shed
The night is young holding the eyes of a thousands years gone by
So i walk the sewers hiding from the stomping feet
The stomping feet of the brief case blues
I don't know what to do
Just a fly stuck to fly paper
With no dreams or hope
Or fantasy to keep dark thoughts at bay
The Brothers Grim did not prepare me for this
And im too old for mice to rescue me
I think im wilting away
The sun turned her back on me
And the moon only hides behind her light
So i take a knife
But my hart beets to slow to pump me dry
And Remington is sliding up and down my throat
Yet i can't give the satisfaction he needs
What is wrong with me?
I should be locked up
Through away the key
God has abandoned me
No
God was never their in the first place
Just a dusty rawhide book my dog ate
So don't you see
I was never meant to be
The aftermath of rape
A women to ashamed to get ride of me
Im stuck
A bee trapped behind a see through screen
I try to drown my lungs with second hand breathing
But that only gets me light headed
So jump from the cliff
But it the back of the couch and shag carpet meets me
I cant even get suicide right
To young to die
To old to live
With killer thoughts running free inside my head
So i snort crystals to distort their faces
To save them from me
Its the kindest thing i can do
Even when bruises are what they leave
I don't know what else to do
For im just a fly stuck to fly paper
A fly on fly paper
Hanging from the ceiling
Im twitching and rotting
Trying to rip free from my see through wings
Their is nothing in this world that can free me
Nothing that i want to be
A twenty-four hour life
Death today before tomorrow can even be conceived
The same old thing
My mind wont let me sleep
I close my eyes only to realize that i was just blinking
Is this how life is supposed to be?
A binary universe that Death toys with
Just paper card house sealed with bubble gum
With jolly rancher windows and ginger bread stars
No
Just child wishes for something better then this ramshackle shed
The night is young holding the eyes of a thousands years gone by
So i walk the sewers hiding from the stomping feet
The stomping feet of the brief case blues
I don't know what to do
Just a fly stuck to fly paper
With no dreams or hope
Or fantasy to keep dark thoughts at bay
The Brothers Grim did not prepare me for this
And im too old for mice to rescue me
I think im wilting away
The sun turned her back on me
And the moon only hides behind her light
So i take a knife
But my hart beets to slow to pump me dry
And Remington is sliding up and down my throat
Yet i can't give the satisfaction he needs
What is wrong with me?
I should be locked up
Through away the key
God has abandoned me
No
God was never their in the first place
Just a dusty rawhide book my dog ate
So don't you see
I was never meant to be
The aftermath of rape
A women to ashamed to get ride of me
Im stuck
A bee trapped behind a see through screen
I try to drown my lungs with second hand breathing
But that only gets me light headed
So jump from the cliff
But it the back of the couch and shag carpet meets me
I cant even get suicide right
To young to die
To old to live
With killer thoughts running free inside my head
So i snort crystals to distort their faces
To save them from me
Its the kindest thing i can do
Even when bruises are what they leave
I don't know what else to do
For im just a fly stuck to fly paper