I don’t need anyone to be my source of happiness. I build that for myself, with my own hands. But just having a friend by me would be damn nice.
You will never perceive yourself as beautiful.
With every moment you’ve looked in mirror
You’re waiting for it to shatter
Your hand against glass
Stabbed with shards.
Compliments have become nothing but your medicine,
Temporarily numbing your pain
But never healing it.
They’ve become your stability.
Balancing, bringing equilibrium.
Your entire being has become your façade,
Nothing but a mask
You never remove,
As if it were super-glued.
It swallows your interior,
What you were & weren’t,
To the last drip of essence.
You want nothing more
Than to be beautiful
Tell yourself it was worth it.
Tonight I heard to the censored version of this song for the first time, and immediately wondered why anyone would want to hear the censored version.
Really, what is to be gained?