Desolation Fantasy

Is it worth being a figurine?
A torn Polaroid in the scene?
Molded so that you’ll bring them to tears?
No one will give you a shit in 10 years
You’re not that sad
But you’ve got dignity
And an ego to prove
Oh, drain! the other side of the world
Their engaging addiction never gets old
Everybody loves the feeling
Of being unheard and fucked up
When their friends are there
To hear them when they’re down on their luck
Why don’t you want to be found?
Is it nice to be lost?
As you tear yourself to the ground
To be experienced
Scared to open up and be real
Ordinary and sad
You’d be alone in this world
If you weren’t so bad
They worked hard to get you here
Why you hate them it’s unclear
They gave all to you, brought you to life
But you turn it away, just go twist the knife
They’ll get over it
Not like they care anyways
Now you won’t have to hear their stinking praise
Don’t try to be good
Look not to get better
The constance feels nice
But the sun won’t get darker
We’ve dealt the deeds
So you puzzle us all
Standing level to us you endlessly fall
Eyes meet your eyes
Stare into your soul
Happy and guided
To the need to be old
Eyes meet your eyes
Stare into your soul
Happy and guided
To the need to be old
Obsessed in believing her hate
Loving how she is scarred to the bone
When she cries you can only take the bait
Burning in the need to be known
For the girl who sat all by herself
As the layers of broken glass
All fade when put on the shelf
Go burn… Go and burn the ash
Safe in a broken home
Comfortably numb
Open wound never to be healed
Never saved, always protected
Ever agony, it’s sad
You’d be alone in this world
If you weren’t so bad
Why don’t you want to be found?
Is it nice to be lost?
As you tear yourself to the ground
To be experienced
Scared to open up and be real
Ordinary and sad
You’d be alone in this world
If you weren’t so bad