Scars on my hand.....
My mood has changed frm happy to sad...Firstly his father decides to confiscate his phone...Secondly smeone made me tell the true me to him...If wat i've said is known by the other i swear i will run away frm everthing n breakdown...I cannot hide wat i am nw...I might seem happy bt actually i'm nt...Half of me says be happy for wat u have....bt the other half takes control of me n says shouldn't have done wat u have done...Bt its so hard for me to trust ppl rite nw...I want to trust smeone bt i dunno if the person is makin use of me or really lovin me...cause i've gone through tat once n i don't want to go through it again...I simply want proof of my trust..tat is all i'm askin nw....Scars on my hand don't help at all...It juz leaves scars of my past....
Finch-Ink
I climbed the mountaintop
I saw the bottom drop
I'm clinging to driftwood
I swim in a deep world
Words unspoken
Seem so foreign
Have you heard tis one?
The hair on the back of your neck stands
"another way out"
"another way out"
The army ants have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup
I sip epiphany
Fang bite,tarantula
Taste of my symptoms
Gasoline and a pistol
blood filling the bathtub
Swollen eyelids
Baffled by this
Tell us what you see
The hair on the back of your neck stands
"another way out"
"another way out"
The army ants have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup
I sip epiphany
I've bit my lips for the last time
The fog lifts up the blind
Free of body,free of mind
I'll build my mold up,rest inside
Ink spills on paper
Paper spells"my blood"
The hair on the back of my neck stands
"another way out"
"anoher way out"
The army ants have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup
I sip epiphany
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs in to my cup
I sip epiphany
Ink spills on paper(Ink spills on paper)
Paper spells"my blood"(paper spells"my blood")
Ink spills on paper(Ink spills on paper)
Paper spells"my blood"
Finch-Ink
I climbed the mountaintop
I saw the bottom drop
I'm clinging to driftwood
I swim in a deep world
Words unspoken
Seem so foreign
Have you heard tis one?
The hair on the back of your neck stands
"another way out"
"another way out"
The army ants have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup
I sip epiphany
Fang bite,tarantula
Taste of my symptoms
Gasoline and a pistol
blood filling the bathtub
Swollen eyelids
Baffled by this
Tell us what you see
The hair on the back of your neck stands
"another way out"
"another way out"
The army ants have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup
I sip epiphany
I've bit my lips for the last time
The fog lifts up the blind
Free of body,free of mind
I'll build my mold up,rest inside
Ink spills on paper
Paper spells"my blood"
The hair on the back of my neck stands
"another way out"
"anoher way out"
The army ants have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup
I sip epiphany
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs in to my cup
I sip epiphany
Ink spills on paper(Ink spills on paper)
Paper spells"my blood"(paper spells"my blood")
Ink spills on paper(Ink spills on paper)
Paper spells"my blood"
