Self-Injury Songs - Blue October
In the day by day collision
Called the art of growing up
There's an innocence we look for in the stars
To be taken back to younger days
When there was no giving up
On the people we held closest to our hearts
Yeah it is you that I remember in that glowing
It is you that took my first away from me
It is you I set my standards to... to every walk of life
I haven't met another you since you were with me.
A brief bout with a razorblade cut me
I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me
I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me
In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done
In a way, I failed religion
I spit the wine from mouth to cup
And I reached for something more than just your God
Uncle, you spared not your children
And while your praying hands are up
There's no forgiveness for you! You sick fuck!
It is you that I remember in their bedroom
It is you that took their first away from them
It is you they set their standards to
You wounded them for life
You were a preacher and suppose to be above men
Sing with me
A brief bout with a razorblade cut me
I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me
I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me
In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done
-6. Razorblade
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I changed my color for you
I shed my coat with caution
I lack the beauty you display
See here there are the bruises
And some were self-inflicted
And some showed up along the way
So I nod my head
I'm ready for the world to see
The secret i kept here inside the man you thought I'd be
Slip into coma calm
The coma where I calm myself down
Here comes excuses
why i let you down
Stand by for another breakdown
Sound off the alarm
Is this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn't become?
Chameleon boy
Chameleon boy
So now we've come upon the hardest thing I've ever done
It's telling you that I'm a mess
What sort of mess I mean is self-destructive gasoline
The kind that strips you of your best
And while I play instead the way that most would end up dead
You sleep alone at home and wish that I was in our bed
With this I'm telling you
My color changes back to blue
How do I ask you this
Will you help me through?
Stand by for another breakdown
Sound off the alarm
Is this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn't become?
Stand by for another breakdown
Sound off the alarm
Is this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn't become?
Chameleon boy
Chameleon boy
I try to think of all the people I look up to
or growing up who would I be
Now the twisted part
Where'd all my idols end up
They all passed away
Passed away...
Stand by
It's chameleon boy
Stand by
It's chameleon boy
Chameleon Boy
I'm chameleon boy...
chameleon boy...
-5. Chameleon Boy
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