I attend a very closely bonded high school. I'd consider us family. Being students who really valued a sense of family in our learning environment, I along with a group of friends wanted to start a video project to prevent bullying and harassment in our school. This was a song I wrote that was to be put in the video. It's based off of true stories shared by a few of my friends.
lyrics
Even though the sun shines, my whole world is a black hole. Being sucked up inside, oh your words they still linger on. They're eating out my insides, all that's left are my cold bones. Oh it is me. I am guilty, and you break them like twigs from a fallen tree.
Starving for love, choking on pain. Pull on or pull it off, this unavoidable chain? Your mouth is a gun, bullets at my face. But in my hand is the real key to my ache.
Oohhh... is there an edge to this world? If sooo, I don't care anymore. Each stoke of this blood filled pen is to no one. And they won't notice. When I'm gone. When I'm gone.
(Claudine)
It's eight o' clock and I don't know what's going on. My voice it echoes through this house wondering where you are. I am scared 'cause you don't know how much you are, in my heart.
(Theresa)
Starving for love, choking on pain. Pull on or pull it off, this unavoidable chain? Your mouth is a gun, bullets at my face. But in my hand is the real key to my ache.
Oohhh... is there an edge to this world? If sooo, I don't care anymore. Each stoke of this blood filled pen is to no one. And they won't notice.
(Claudine)
What is there that I can do, to make the colors fill your eyes? Because from what I'm seeing, there ain't no ink inside. And you've let all your pain, spill out on this page. I am shaking and terrified by the letters that lay on these lines.
(Theresa)
Starving for love, choking on pain. Pull on or pull it off, this unavoidable chain? Your mouth is a gun, bullets at my face. But to my head is the real key to my ache.
Oohhh... is there an edge to this world? If sooo, I don't care anymore. Each stroke of this blood filled pen is to no one. And they won't notice.
Oohhh... is there an edge to this world? If sooo, I don't care anymore. Each stroke of this blood filled pen is to no one. And they won't notice.
(If I had known that you felt like nobody cared, would things have turned out any better if someone was there? There scoring points just throwing words filled with poison hate, I guess they've won the game.)
When I'm gone (now you're gone) When I'm gone (now you're gone)
When I'm gone...when I'm gone... when I'm gone... when I'm gone...
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