hum

i can't be anyone's salvation; the flowers in my hair are innocent and free of thorns, and i gave the role of martyr over to someone more deserving a long time ago.

i can't promise anything to anyone, can't even promise to be when you wake the same person i was while you slept.

if i am drowning and you are beside me, i may let myself go under, but i will never sacrifice myself to serve as your raft. too long, i lived someone else's vision, was a doll behind glass and when you finally pulled the string that made me speak i didn't say what you thought had been programmed into my porcelain head, and you were disappointed and angry.

i think...someone beside me would be nice, for once.