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Small, simple, safe price, rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals, and I am not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy-size cuts? Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid, to fill, and spill over and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter: I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything - especially a fucking knife.
Look at me, can you tell
By the way I move and do my hair?
Do you think that it's me
Or is it not me? I don't even care
I'm alive, I don't smell
I'm the cleanest I have ever been
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry
Dry
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Do I drink? Do I date?
I've got perfect placements
All my ink satisfied In your eyes
I'm the biggest fan that I've got right now
I made sure that I look how I wanted to look
The people around me, the people surround me
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry
Dry
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me
I'm a fake, I'm fake
Just look at me
I'm a fake, I'm fake
My stomach hurts now
And all tied off in lace
I pray, I beg, for anything
To hit me in the face
And this sickness isn't me
And I pray to fall from grace
The last thing I see is feeling
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
I'm telling you I'm
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Fake
Fake
Fake
Genuine fake
Look at me, can you tell
By the way I move and do my hair?
Do you think that it's me
Or is it not me? I don't even care
I'm alive, I don't smell
I'm the cleanest I have ever been
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry
Dry
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Do I drink? Do I date?
I've got perfect placements
All my ink satisfied In your eyes
I'm the biggest fan that I've got right now
I made sure that I look how I wanted to look
The people around me, the people surround me
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry
Dry
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me
I'm a fake, I'm fake
Just look at me
I'm a fake, I'm fake
My stomach hurts now
And all tied off in lace
I pray, I beg, for anything
To hit me in the face
And this sickness isn't me
And I pray to fall from grace
The last thing I see is feeling
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
I'm telling you I'm
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Fake
Fake
Fake
Genuine fake
Lyrics submitted by jsparisinflames
Track duration: 04:06
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Thats my interperetation.
BTW dont be a bully to someone that cuts... they could be on the edge of suicide.. dont be the person that pushes then over the edge. ^-^
i don't think its about all cutters, because that would be wrong.
Some poeple do it for their own reasons and do their best to hide it. Even are ashamed of it.
but seriously i have had people i barley know wander up to me and be like "i cu+ttt @gain last niiitte cuz mi garlfrand cheet onmii c look at mi arm" and they have little pin scratches and just, i want to punch them ion the face. they are fake. i think this songsabout them.
you know how cutters are all like "oh, no one loves me, i'm going to cut, it'll get someone's attention, they'll care, they'll love me." <--- that was kinda my thought process sometimes when i cut.
well, all they're doing is thinking that cutting will make someone love them. they're faking this pain they feel to get someone's love and affection.
"love is not like anything, especially a fucking knife"
to me, that's reason speaking. it's like "what the fuck are you doing? this isn't going to bring you love. it'll only bring you something fake."
that's my interpretation for the beginning part.
the rest of the song, to me, is kinda about how one tries to fit into society. like, say the first part is reason speaking, the rest of the song is about how one tries to reconform to society so they don't feel like a walking target.
everyone knows that nowadays, if people are trying to get a job or walk the street and not be damned by every glare of an upper crust snob, they have to dress a specific way, make sure their tattoos are easy to hide and piercings aren't flaunted off. the person is going to feel like a fake, but now it's because they're hiding the parts of them they feel define themselves.
i hope that makes at least some sense...it sounded a lot better in my head
But you have to understand in some cases people are actually sick.
The way you're coming off is pretty insulting to someone who has genuinley been trhough this stuff. Just because some fake it doesnt mean all do.
and if someone is "not eating to appear anorexic" then theyre not eating to be skinny which actually means they have anorexia.
You probably have the slightest knowledge of what real mental illness is and therefor sont deserve to be ridiculing it.
i get you just mainly mena emo's but even emo's can actually be ill for real.
Look at me, can you tell, by the way I move into my head?
The way he goes into his other persona : via drugs, or maybe saying that there is no visible signs of when he's changing, it just happens.
He's just confused about who he really is because there's a constant battle going on in his mind. He doesn't know which one is the real him. And this explains all the different lyrics, to me anyway.
Do you think that it's me, or...?
It's not me.
(That's how I view those lyrics, instead of one sentence.)
I don't even care, I'm alive:
He doesn't care which is him, because, although there are two people within him, they're both still him, and all that matters is that he's still living. Unless it means that he doesn't care which is the real, because, despite using drugs, he's alive and that's all that matters.
Personal experiences have shaped my opinions on the interpretation of this song.
For the longest time, I could attach myself to anyone, and I could only listen to music and get that feeling, you know, the most amazing feeling on earth. "...a power as great as love."
Anyway, and before I met my...(cliche, I know) soulmate, I always would just keep to myself, in my head. It was just me and it felt like there was two of me. Anthropomorphic fallacy/ pathetic fallacy is where you attach a personality and emotions to an inanimate object. I did it to myself. I became attached to myself, because I had no one else, and I gave my own self two sets of emotions, and two personalities. It was the weirdest thing ever to not know how many people lived in your head.
But I think it's about his fans
His fans write to him about how they want to kill themselves and how they cut themselves and how they've lost their love's and how they are getting clean [off of self-harm] or self-harming because of their music. Obviously, no one wants to be the source of self-harm and they think it's ridiculous. If it was such a serious problem, which it is, usually they are ashamed and guilt-riddened, but they are talking about it freely. The intro spoke that to me. He's trying to put himself in their shoes, "My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter: I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything - especially a fucking knife."
And have you ever seen the way some poetics that self-harm write? It's a lot like the intro. I think it's a mockery as well.. But that is my opinion. Calling them fake, and pathetic. But pelase don't yell at me for dissing self-harm.. I know it is a very serious problem, and I wasn't bad mouthing it. I know a lot of people that self-harm, but I also know a lot of people that do it, and show everyone without any shame written across their face. Self-harm is nothing to be shown like that, so that is my explanation to this song, and my explanation for the explanation incase anyone is offended...
(his mistakes are taking him away from anything good, thus the regrets, of getting there)
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals, and I am not afraid to die.
(it's not a small matter because it's his whole life, it's what he's turned into, and he's not afraid of letting it go, for death)
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy-size cuts? (he wants to make a fight, and prove that he can be more, but he doesn't know how and so he keeps going to back to everything that he knows is wrong because it's the only feeling he can get anymore..)
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? (he doesn't want to be alone, but he finds that he is in every aspect of his life, so he drags those around him down with him in sex, in drugs, in fights.. because it fills up the time, to where he doesn't have to think about how he got there)
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid, to fill, and spill over and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter: I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
(he wants the guilt of all the bad things he's done to go away, and not to take over his mind so much. but it won't do that, which makes him all the more mad at him self, and he's thinking about someone who broke his heart because he wishes they made the same mistakes as he had because he was without them)
Love is not like anything - especially a fucking knife.
(because he doesn't have the love that he had with one other person he hurts himself)
Look at me, can you tell
By the way I move and do my hair?
Do you think that it's me
Or is it not me? I don't even care
(he's asking if he's the same as he was before he got so broken hearted, and if people could tell just by looking at him, because everyone seems to be judging him)
I'm alive, I don't smell
I'm the cleanest I have ever been
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry
Dry
(he's trying to get away, trying to convince himself he's fine, and over it-big and tall, but he admits that he feels dry, maybe from the lack of emotions)
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake
Just look at me, look at me now
I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake
(he's faking that he's okay, he wants people to see that he's not, but at the same time he's afraid to let people in because of his heartbreak..)
Do I drink? Do I date?
I've got perfect placements
All my ink. (maybe he drinks too much, and doesn't date..maybe someone had asked him those questions, and he figured the answers were too obvious)
satisfied; In your eyes
I'm the biggest fan that I've got right now
(someone thinks that he's happy- but he's miserable and he doesn't even like himself..but he's the only person he has)
I made sure that I look how I wanted to look
The people around me, the people surround me
(he did what he wanted to, which got him there, and everyone is looking at him and judging him when they have no idea what he is going through)
My stomach hurts now
And all tied off in lace
I pray, I beg, for anything
To hit me in the face
(he's sick- but he's acting like he's fine. and he wish that something would hit him to bring him back to reality)
And this sickness isn't me
And I pray to fall from grace
The last thing I see is feeling
(he doesn't want to feel sick, he wasn't a cure. he wants to feel better.. to feel something)
And I'm telling you I'm a fake
(he hasn't been who he's put himself out there to be and he's ashamed he wants people to know that, he wants someone to understand that he knows he's been wrong)
'love is not like anything, especially a fucking knife'
this could be his view of the common saying, death is love, which is from another saying (one of my favourites ^^) in with a bullet out with hearts. Most people have looked at the monologue as having nothing to do with the actual song, i disagree. I think the songs has to meaning, about him being a sell out, as well as the scene kids (no offnece to scenesters intended!!!) who act depressed and cut for attention, Fakers. i dont know...
just my point of view...