Dawn is coming, the promise of any mercy
Would it ever soon take the night eyes away?
Is it safe to move yet?
The tears, are they regret?
My best friend, you know
I could never forget the real you...

Day, light my way and show me not the truth
I can breathe painlessly if I just pretend
The eyes around me, blinking
I know what they're thinking
They know what I'm thinking, too...
Say one fucking word and I'll kill all of you.

What is it about your tone?
How do you make me stay?
Why do I feel so alone
Whenever you're away?

Never fear the dark
It's better not to see
The noises I could never drown
Still scream inside of me...

Beneath the stars, oh, how small we must be
Think there's a way I can fly amongst them?
With a tweak of my conscience
Drug abuse? Nonsense!
Get through this together, right?
You'll play the victim, a perfect show tonight.

Nothing in silence, nothing more tormenting
No, nothing I bleed for can ever be true
I'm so fucking pretty
Then it's such a pity
Dad's little girl knows pretty can be cut off too..
I'll gather the pieces and give them back to you.

What is it about your tone?
How do you make me stay?
Why do I feel so alone
Whenever you're away?

So many "I hate you"s
This poem's so cliche
I'd like to free these feelings
So much skin is in the way...

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..
I understand now, and now I believe you
I've made it impossible for you to love me...

"You little bitch, haven't you learned yet?"
"I really never meant to hurt you."
"When I look at you, I always see her."
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

I'm sorry I've made it impossible...

"Stupid bitch, you're too depressed!"
"Get up or end up dead."
"You're not a man, you just don't get it."
"Hand me the bottle or you'll find out what real pain really is."
"I love you, Thrasher. Just like I loved her."
"Bitch, you gotta' lotta' nerve!"
"Control that temper, you cry too much."
"We're just the same, you and I."

There's just too much skin in the way.
I'll make my own way, and finally I'll breathe again...
I'm sorry....

Dawn is coming, the promise of any mercy
...Is it safe to move yet?