it is the Black
it lives inside me
stripping me of all my courage
tearing through me like one tears paper
because thats all i really am
just a page
id like to write myself, but it seems that they have plans already
im to be a perfect copy
i already look like him
i try to be better, why make me into him
why do you insist on giving me back those torments
those handicaps that i worked so hard to rid myself of
why give me his insecurities
im happy
ive found where i am to be
i know that i am to be sacrificed
but i must make myself a worthy sacrifice
i must teach what i know
a martyr has to have a cause
and thats all i am
a scapegoat, a martyr, a symbol
what will my symbol be
not a star or a cross
maybe a pill
like the thousands that you forced on me
but the Black.. ohh the Black
you instilled it in me
now i must work to rid myself of it and you
maybe
well see
one day they will follow me, misinterprate me
then you'll be right
thats what you wanted
well you can have it
fuck you all
i dont need this
im no ones pet