Your words, cause but pain and misery,
They never help anybody.
And my dreams aren't half as empty,
As my conscience seems to be.
I know I say things I shouldn't say,
But I have to keep sane,
And if so then I'll say what I have to say...
If my pain's red,
Anaesthetic means death,
Chloroform won't rest my head.
The scars are open wounds,
I know they'll heal as soon,
As you leave here,
You're killing me my dear.
Fingerprints of blood,
And on the walls they smudge,
The words are shown,
Not alone.
I'm not crazy, I don't need therapy,
No it's not necissary,
I don't want anyone to try save me,
I'm as fine as I ever will be.
If the darkness grows,
Then my anger won't show,
No one needs to know.
This pain is too intense,
Nothing makes much sense,
You have to go,
Where I can't follow.
One almighty crack,
My heart, or the door slammed,
On your way out,
Can't leave me now.
The walls are caving in,
I'm being crushed from within,
No defense left,
No promise kept,
And I swore I'd never brake,
Well that's my own mistake,
The words are shown,
On my own.
