Within
December 17, 2012
Breathe
December 17, 2012

Wasteland

My life was filled with fame and talent
I was beautiful yet balanced
So much better than the rest
Then I met a man – got married
And for 9 dammed months I carried
Around a child in my gut

He made, he made, he made this wasteland
He built, he filled, he sealed this wasteland
He is the king, the king the emperor of all U see
Aren’t U impressed by all of my ruins
Look at that black hole
Look at that black hole, that is me

Now that all’s been said and done
I can see there’s only one
That I should have trusted in – and that’s me
Bitter is my middle name and my first name is the same
So I can blame U without shame

I made, I made, I made my own wasteland
I built, I filled, I sealed my own wasteland
I am the queen, the emperor of all U see
Aren’t U impressed by all of my ruins
Look at that black hole
Look at that black hole – that is me

Now all I want to do is die
I don’t need a reason why
I am bored with what I’ve got – Nothing
U should have made my life seem better
I’m not responsible
U never gave me anything but grief – Didn’t U

U think U’r better than me
I’ll show U what it means to bleed
I gave U what U gave to me
Pain and misery
No one means anything to me
U are guilty, so guilty
Poor me, poor me, poor me

I made…

Lyrics: Lizette von Panajott

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