You have lost yourself
To the dark in hell
You cry and cry till youre numb…
You’re stuck and dead
Thoughts in your head
You cannot remove them no matter
How hard… you scrub away
The pain and the dirt and the blood
How hard? Is it to stay?
It makes me want to scream and die
I’ve got a feeling that I’m just the problem
I’ve got a feeling I’m wrong.
I’ve got a feeling you don’t think that I’m the problem but you’d be incorrect all the way
I don’t know I don’t know how to stay.
My fingers tap on keys while I’m shakin in my knees and it’s hard to imagine a place that’s not ridden with
Faulties aches and pains anxiety runnin through my veins and my body feels so damn weak
My thoughts oh my thoughts repeat. No matter
How hard… You scrub away
The pain the tears the scars
“How hard?” They say… “to stay?”
It makes me wanna scream and yell some more
I’ve got a feeling that I’m just the problem
I’ve got a feeling that I’m wrong.
I’ve got a feeling you don’t that it’s the case but you’d be incorrect all the way
I don’t know I don’t know how to stay…