Butcher Me

Resentment covers my skin and my bones are filled with sin.
I can never do right and I always do wrong when I act out these thoughts I call my own.
I can't go wrong when I give up and play along with the plan you have laid out for me.
I close my eyes and grit my teeth as I play the sheep as your words and ideas butcher me, butcher me.
The more you lie the more I wish life would leave my eyes.
You words make me feel more alone than alive.

Resentment covers my skin and my bones are filled with skin.
I can never do right but I always do wrong when I act out these thoughts I call my own.
Resentment covers my skin and my bones are filled with skin.
I can never do right and I always do wrong when I act out these thoughts I call my own.

Your words make me think new thoughts like wouldn't it be nice to die.
Every time I hear your voice I lose another part of my broken soul.
Everytime I hear your voice my heart becomes more and more cold,
you say these things because you say you love me.
Just for once don't pretend I'd rather you accept me for who I am.
Even though I know you still hate me,
why wouldn't you still hate me,
I hate myself.
So that gives you the right to entomb me, in my grave called depression.

Or Maybe I should call it regression,
I once learned to love and learned to care once upon a time when my soul had no where.
I can't go wrong when I give up and play along with the plan you have laid out before me.
I'll close my eyes and grit my teeth as your words and ideas butcher me, butcher me.

The more you lie the more I wish life would leave my eyes.
Your words make me feel more alone than alive.
I guess you could call it depression but to me it just seems like regression.
I wonder what it would feel like if I end this life of mental oppression.