I Don't Want To Hear
I don't want to hear I'm sorry,
I don't want to hear I know how you feel,
Because you don't,
And you can't understand this pain thats unreal
My father is dead,
And I've cried,
But my soul is still living,
Even though his has died,
I don't want to hear those little cliches,
About how sorry you are,
I don't want to hear that he's up above,
Looking down from behind the stars,
I've heard it too many times,
And it bothers me,
I don't know whait is will take,
For people to see,
Tears won't bring him back,
And neither will your thoughtless words,
I'm fucking sick and tired of hearing it,
That he's flying with the birds,
That god need him that day,
That he's in peace now,
I hate being asked,
Where did it happen and how,
I've been asked if it was my fault,
And why he had so much pain,
I don't want to hear it anymore,
It's as simple as the rain,
He died at 54,
And I was only ten,
And if you want to hear the truth,
I know I wouldn't see him again,
He jumped seven stories,
After many battles of the sad,
And I know he went to heaven,
I don't care if you think that's bad,
He was sick for 10 years,
My whole life,
It wasn't my fault,
But he brought on MY knife,
Yes he was sad,
No I don't know why,
Why do you need,
To know how how he died?
What you want tips?
What you don't know?
Why the fuck should I care,
You've got me feeling low,
Just bring it all back now,
Rip out my heart,
I don't need any reminders,
Of why we're apart.
Scarred
The pain isn't worth it,
The blood's not a rush,
Cutting isn't attractive,
Elagant or lush,
I don't know why I continued,
Or why I began,
If I could start over,
From the razor I would have ran,
I look at some of those,
Who seem to be drawn,
Who notice the cuts,
Like a freshly cut lawn,
When your feeling numb,
You just crave that pain,
And wait for the blood,
For you pants to stain,
I haven't gone back,
But I know I will,
No matter how many,
Say, "Please don't Syl,"
I've stopped for the moment,
But still craving the scab,
Brush away the blood,
With the Kleenex I dab,
People have told me I'm lucky,
For what I have and who I am,
But that's like saying it's lucky,
When I wolf's behind a lamb,
And I've been that goddamn lamb,
For years and months and days,
No matter for how long I've stopped,
I'm still in the numb phaze,
At the back of my mine,
I hear stupid and dumb,
But I'll still grab that razor,
Get rid of the numb