Onions

Lyrics written somewhere in January

It seems like all the warmth I've trapped

Has all been paid to act

We don't want you here anymore

Burden through each door

I've bled through each one of my skins

Authenticity doesn't win

To this extent, I know there's no sense

But my fives are my tens, my pictures bend

Onions sitting in the vault, it's my fault

Hate, dilate, the knock was in my head

There must be something in these shoes, always lose

Hate, dilate, the knock was in my head

I'm so alone

My face is loaned

All that I touch is a suspect

Wonder why I can't connect

Only bare the flesh and bone

To blooming walls of stone

My mind is easily abused

Yet I'm looking to be bruised

Skin number ten, it's all failed again

I've left out the key, what's wrong with me

(Chorus)

It's hard to care

For someone

Who's been looking 

To be bruised

The black and gray

I've gone away

But it still stays

I wish that I could see it, but I would never leave it

(Chorus)