Slaytus
03/23/06, 05:41 PM
If I painted a self portrait
would you be surprised if it was you?
I colored in the lines you drew for me
i became a masterpiece, a work of art
everything you wanted me to be
I built my life around changing tides and now
you've become the violent storm on the horizon
you'll swallow me whole if i put my back to you
you overcome me like the sandcastle without a moat against the tidal wave
I built my life around the changing seasons
i blossom in the warmth of summer like a flower
then you become the winter frost that kills me
you froze me over and chipped me away to a sculpture of your perfect boy
i hope you know
you'll infect me
when i'm all i wanna be
why can't you just fucking see
you'll build me so high gravity will inevitably take me down
I'll tumble from your constant pushing to perfection
will you catch me when i fall from such great heights?
Please tell me after all of this work
Would you revise your blueprint for the perfect lover
would you discard of me like a paper towel
if i didnt turn into your ideal puppet?
and my life became like the lost bottle at sea with a plee within to be rescued from my own decay
please someone tell me how perfection can rot like an apple.
soon the apple will have worms dear. soon
would you be surprised if it was you?
I colored in the lines you drew for me
i became a masterpiece, a work of art
everything you wanted me to be
I built my life around changing tides and now
you've become the violent storm on the horizon
you'll swallow me whole if i put my back to you
you overcome me like the sandcastle without a moat against the tidal wave
I built my life around the changing seasons
i blossom in the warmth of summer like a flower
then you become the winter frost that kills me
you froze me over and chipped me away to a sculpture of your perfect boy
i hope you know
you'll infect me
when i'm all i wanna be
why can't you just fucking see
you'll build me so high gravity will inevitably take me down
I'll tumble from your constant pushing to perfection
will you catch me when i fall from such great heights?
Please tell me after all of this work
Would you revise your blueprint for the perfect lover
would you discard of me like a paper towel
if i didnt turn into your ideal puppet?
and my life became like the lost bottle at sea with a plee within to be rescued from my own decay
please someone tell me how perfection can rot like an apple.
soon the apple will have worms dear. soon