The Coward (I Am) The Hero (Is Damned)
Every choice that I've made always failed / always failed
Every day I looked death in the eyes, and I smiled / I smiled
I guess I just gave up somewhere in the beginning / in the beginning
Piece by piece, I let myself go, I'm slowly breaking / I'm slowly breaking
Taunting my own useless mortality / preaching to the ashen-winged angel
This lifespan of mine is such treachery / the golden doors are too judgmental
My worst enemy is also my own reflection / a war to be unleashed
My only friends are the tears that keep dripping / though they still leave me
Far too long have I been on my life's edge
Looking down, and backing out of my own hollow threats
But I swear that one of these days I won't wait to die from old age
I will skip to the last chapter, and write the ending in blood, soaking the page
All it takes is this lowly coward to guide the blade
Across the surface, to let out rivers of blood from my veins
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Every step that I took was not wrong, nor right, but it was my own / my own
Every night I peered into that dirty mirror, and I said that I won't / I won't
I guess it's just takes longer to become unbroken / to become unbroken
Tear by tear, I need to let the past be forgiven / past be forgiven
Trying to pull myself together after a breakdown / it's impossible to get used to
Though I can't help it when I have a falling out / I just can't accept the truth
I learned to hate myself at a young age / my childhood was blinding
I wasn't taught to deal with this rage / my adulthood is crashing
What doesn't kill me is supposed to make me stronger, so I have to live in misery
I always pick myself back up, while having to use my relinquished bravery
For I cannot let myself win, or even lose, this is a pointless inner-rivalry
My dire downfall is also my triumphant rise, it's such a cruel tenacity
All it takes is this selfless hero to pull the blade away
Out of reach, so I can let myself live for another day
I hope you got to enjoy it. This one is kind of....weird for me
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and try to leave it all behind, this pain and the strife.
All I have to do is simply raise the knife
and push it in far too deep to extinguish my life.
I look at myself and I see two faces like jokers, frown and smile in place.
I am masked in two different entities, but which is my true face?
One tells me all is well, I will be fine, I can stay strong
but the other screams in agony, yelling the other is wrong.
One grabs the knife, the other a shield, and war is waged inside
But the true me is left to be tangled up in this wild ride.
A child cries inside me, an adult cringes in fear
another child laughs with joy, the adult cannot hear.
My history and my dreams are all intermingled in one,
and I have no idea which one is real, they bleed together and run.
I am confused, the knife draws closer, I shake as I put it away.
The hero inside decided to win and let me live another day.
as I whisper comfort to myself and tell me it will be okay.
just another day, just another day, another day, another day....
The only one who can save you is yourself
So go to the mirror and ask for your help