Picasso Curtains
I've stopped eating again, I hope my heart gives in
And my body caves, because my mind has, my mind has seen better days
I try my best but I'm not cut out for this
Locked doors and hospital beds
Curtains drawn, like the end of a play
Struggling to reach the end of every day
Sleeping with the lights on
Won't stop the demons in my head
Crawling out my ears
And out from underneath my bed
Sleeping with the lights on
Won't stop the demons in my head
Crawling out my ears
And out from underneath my bed
I try my best but I'm not cut out for this
Locked doors and hospital beds
Curtains drawn, like the end of a play
Struggling to reach the end of every day
Of every day
Staring at the ceiling hoping it caves in
Counting dots on the tiles, trying to pass the time
I finally got dressed, it only took me 3 days
Staring at the ceiling hoping it caves in
Counting dots on the tiles, trying to pass the time
I finally got dressed, it only took me 3 days
Staring at the ceiling hoping it caves in
Counting dots on the tiles, trying to pass the time
I finally got dressed, I only took me 3 days
Staring at the ceiling hoping it caves in
Counting dots on the tiles, trying to pass the time
I finally got dressed, I only took me 3 days
And when you visit my grave, I hope you won't feel sad
For it's where I belong, buried six feet under ground
The Earth was too hard for the softness of my heart
I tried to keep it beating, but it had broken apart
And my body caves, because my mind has, my mind has seen better days
I try my best but I'm not cut out for this
Locked doors and hospital beds
Curtains drawn, like the end of a play
Struggling to reach the end of every day
Sleeping with the lights on
Won't stop the demons in my head
Crawling out my ears
And out from underneath my bed
Sleeping with the lights on
Won't stop the demons in my head
Crawling out my ears
And out from underneath my bed
I try my best but I'm not cut out for this
Locked doors and hospital beds
Curtains drawn, like the end of a play
Struggling to reach the end of every day
Of every day
Staring at the ceiling hoping it caves in
Counting dots on the tiles, trying to pass the time
I finally got dressed, it only took me 3 days
Staring at the ceiling hoping it caves in
Counting dots on the tiles, trying to pass the time
I finally got dressed, it only took me 3 days
Staring at the ceiling hoping it caves in
Counting dots on the tiles, trying to pass the time
I finally got dressed, I only took me 3 days
Staring at the ceiling hoping it caves in
Counting dots on the tiles, trying to pass the time
I finally got dressed, I only took me 3 days
And when you visit my grave, I hope you won't feel sad
For it's where I belong, buried six feet under ground
The Earth was too hard for the softness of my heart
I tried to keep it beating, but it had broken apart
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Writer(s): Micki Woods
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