Painting The White To Grey

face, i am nothing face complete by sarcastic tastes what a waste i think I'd rather die wanting never gaining i find myself pondering life always situations i can never hide crying tears of anger hate depressed i never know the me never know what to do slit poor out the life a bottle of the vive a desperate cry for something else to justify *i am in a daze caused by pain a failing force that wants to change painting the white to grey(x2) a numb body shivering blood dripping from the skin painting the white to grey(x2) plastic, always drastic vision of a psychopathic with a razor crawling through the attic i know somewhere out there someone cares wanting me to get my head out of the clouds as they think its time, repair the scars will never clear I'll never be the same little one with the hopes of one day maybe being sane i might have tried before but i locked the door i just need a reason to unlock it *i am in a daze caused by pain a failing force that wants to change painting the white to grey(x2) a numb body shivering blood dripping from the skin painting the white to grey(x2) cutting, popping i know I'm not the definition of your model I'm always dropping dying or crying i rarely find the relevance in always competing or trying.. so i guess i take dying i need to feel the shame of what it was that i did(x2) painting the white to grey(x2) my life summed up in a brush cold in the back of a puppeteer bathroom floor that is where i tried to make it clear that is where i tried(x3) that is where i tried to die painting the white to grey(x4)