Glow

I'm not cut out for this

Your faith is misplaced

Save your tears

I'm not worth it

Thinking about death

And what it looks like to wear it

Living each breath

As if it isn't my own

Your touch is my tourniquet

(Stemming the bleeding)

Your words are like morphine

(I think I'm addicted)

If I cut these fears into my skin

Would it make me feel better?

I'm not cut out for this

Your faith is misplaced

Incarcerated inside my head

This prison cell of my own creation

Born from my doubts, my regrets and my fears

I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong

Your touch is my tourniquet

(Stemming the bleeding)

Your words are like morphine

(I think I'm addicted)

If I cut these fears into my skin

Would it make me feel better?

I'm someone that I know

You'll never want to know

I'm not the person that I want to be

I think that we are doomed to be together

I feel forever low

A sickened kind of glow

The type of thing that could wash over me

I hope I do not feel this way forever

Your touch is my tourniquet

(Stemming the bleeding)

Your words are like morphine

(I think I'm addicted)

If I cut these fears into my skin

Would it make me feel better?