Safe To Say Sick To Death
this splitting in two between my best and worst,
has failed to show me what i need and what i'm worth.
i'm close to caving in like frail white walls but i
refuse to let you watch me fall.
(i won't cave)
and even if you cave, i promise you that i won't.
this splitting in two is something new that's creeping
around the dust.
there's pictures pictures hanging of whats remaining of
all this dirt and rust.
i'm headed hellbound.
broken picture frames are reminding me of who they think
that i should be.
it's all repeating (it's all repeating),
and creeping around the dust.
i won't cave even if you don't.
i won't cave even if you won't.
i won't cave.
