You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
breaking the habit
Thursday, February 24, 2011 / 7:50 PM


memories consume, like opening the wound - i'm picking me apart again. you all assume i'm safe here in my room unless i try to start again. i don't want to be the one the battles always choose. coz inside i realize i'm the one confused. clutching my cure, i tightly lock the door - i try to catch my breath again. i hurt much more, than anytime before. i have no options left again. i don't want to be the one the battles always choose. coz inside i realize i'm the one confused. i don't know whats worth fighting for, or why i have to scream. i don't know why i instigate, or say what i don't mean. i don't know how i got this way, i'll never be alright. so i'm breaking the habit. i'm breaking the habit tonight. i'll paint it on the walls, cause i'm the one at fault. i'll never fight again and this is how it ends. i dont know what's worth fighting for, or why i have to scream. but now i have some clarity to show you what i mean. i don't know how i got this way - i'll never be alright. so i'm breaking the habit, i'm breaking the habit, tonight



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