Self-Inflicted Wounds by: Dave Lischka
You say
Tomorrow’s a new day,
but it’s just another day to die.
The only place I can find comfort,
is in the solace of your eyes.
But would you even notice,
if you woke alone in bed?
I don’t think you’d ever know,
because I’m already dead.
If only I could say,
all these things I feel inside.
Instead I keep them in,
until my wounds are suicide.
And when I look into your eyes,
I hope you feel the same.
In this world without a care,
and immune to all the pain.
These self-inflicted wounds
cut as deep as life itself.
The more damage that they do,
the more they suppress health.
And the pain helps bring to life,
all my problems that I fear.
My self-inflicted wounds
hurt less when you are here.
Now you’ve gone away
and left me all alone.
With no place left to go,
and no place to call home.
And now the slightest wind,
can forever hold me back.
You were my will, you were my strength,
you were all that I now lack.
These self-inflicted wounds
cut as deep as life itself.
The more damage that they do,
the more they kill my health.
But when I gaze into your eyes,
they start to disappear.
These self-inflicted wounds of mine,
hurt less when you are here.
If I could start at the end (I think I would)
Begin it all again (I know I would)
Change just how I feel (I wish I could)
Make my dreams become real (I wish I could...)
These self-inflicted wounds
cut as deep as life itself.
And the more damage that they do,
the more they drown my health.
But when I gaze into your eyes,
they start to disappear.
These self-inflicted wounds I have,
hurt less when you are here.
My weak and dying breathe,
whispered softly in your ear,
“My self-inflicted wounds,
hurt less when you are here.”
Begin it all again