Twistedly Perfect, by xlostxcausex Subscribe to rss feed for xlostxcausex

If I screamed, would you hear my plea?
If I cried would you finally see me? 

I want to be free; 
I can't run from these dreams anymore. 

Everything seems to be okay, 
but in the end nothing is the way it seems. 

I'm tearing at the seams 
becoming twistedly perfect to that all look. 

You took my life from me, 
after you decided this was the way 
it was going to be. 

I'm finally at the degree of burning 
yearning for something more 
than what I have. 

You never look to see the real me 
inside of this cage, 
tormenting me, 
wanting you, 
hating me. 

Please turn the page, 
I don't want to live this life anymore. 

Being twistedly perfect 
isn't so perfect anymore.


Posted: 2005-06-13 00:58:38 UTC

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