Just let me be cold,
just let me be numb,
because this can't be undone.
And right now,
I think I would rather not be rescued.
Let me drown, let me run,
please, please just let me be numb.
And I'm asking -
anything but that.
Anything but that.
I would rather die a thousands death,
then to have to know that and take one more breath.
.....and I just keep telling myself, I just keep trying to smile.
Lest my tired eyes, my warn soul, let me just say -- I keep hoping life is going to be okay.
p.s. Rescued by: Jack's Mannequin. Good Song.
--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.