on that string of christmas lights on the tree
im the one that never lights up
in that line of books on the shelf in your room
im the one that wants to fall off
im the unsharpened pencil that you cast aside
cause i couldnt draw a perfect line
now the only line that i draw has gone much to far
cause i drew it accross myself
so now i reach for my own pencil
and draw these lines
but the pencil's replaced by a blade
and this blade draws my pain a bloody cage
that i keep locked up inside of me
the key to unlock it is to fall off the shelf
but i fear that if i do
that i may hurt others that i love
and most of all, i may hurt you
i fear theres nothing that can light me up again
that i'll forever be alone on this string
and as we spiral up to the tip of the tree
that ill be cast aside once again
just to fall back into where i was before
a world of lines, and twisted lies
so different and yet so the same
and the lines tell a story of suffering and pain
while the lies tell the world that im sane

thanks. i usually dont bother too much with rhyming, but if i see something that can work, i'll try to get it to fit.

thanks

maybe i'll post more soon