Losing grip on reality Please don't get close to me I've tried before I've come up short and now I'm hurt You give me life in certain death But why bother wasting my breath My hands are clasped, my voice gone rasp I'm tired of screaming
What do you know about pain? The only person is myself to blame I've come up short and now I'm dying What do you know about death? That sinking feeling that there's nothing left I've come up short and now I'm dying
Believe me Believe me This isn't a place you ever want to be My mind is not for the Faint of heart What if it's all a game? All a fucking test? I over think the simple and I'm too damned depressed If I could change all of this Lord, I'd separate myself From everyone else To save my mental health
My tattered mind matched my tattered clothing So leave me to the buzzards of self-loathing I struggle with the light of day wish I could pick myself up to say