I'm suffocating myself
trying so hard to breathe.
I've shackled myself to this prison
as I keep fighting to leave.
I'm committing suicide
struggling just to live.
And I'm holding onto this grudge
So I can finally forgive.
It's ironic, don't you see?
Oxymoronic, that's just me.
Isn't it so sweet, so coy...
that everything that I love, I destroy.
I'm gasping for air
as I'm holding my breath.
I'm planning to live my life
as I approach my death.
I'm pushing you away
So I can hold you close.
I'm smiling cheerfully
Because I'm feeling morose.
It's so ironic
So oxymoronic
Don't you see
that's just me
Isn't it so romantic, so coy
that my love is what gets destroyed.
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