Life takes a hold of you, you're not in control anymore.
But aren't I supposed to be?
Every day's the same, you can't breath.
Instead you just choke, choke on the thoughts in your head.
Darkness and dread covers your heart.
It hurts.
And I don't have control anymore.
So you bleed just to know you're real,
Your scars are the proof it was real and
each time they fade away, you crave that feeling once more.
I can't control myself, they tell me. You aren't real.
Who am I? Who am I?
And you write upon the walls, the words that are screaming
It's all in your head, it's all in your mind.
But I'm losing control, am I weak now?
Are you happy now? You try so hard to hold onto everything
but you cut the words deeper, just hoping someone will see.
Even if you cover your wrists each day.
It's the same, I lost control. This dread is me, it's a part of me.
I'm not free, I'm not me. You're not real, I'm here and trapped.
I am afraid.
Because you're me.
Watching how the crimson drips, I try to pray that you'll see.
I try to pray the voices leave, the walls cave in and I pray,
To hold on just a little bit longer even though this can't be,
This can't wait.
I cry and want it to be just fine but it's not fine.
I'm not fine, I'm broken.
Dead man walking, you are.
I am.
