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
God save me
So I can see the light
