Another crime

Every minute that passes
Is a chill running down my spin
Every hour that passes
I force myself to be blind

I dread the day after today
I dread what might be said
By a snap of his fingers, I'll be out
And all my thoughts and fears will be read

What can I do but sit and cry
Await for tomorrow
Breath
And try to forget about my sorrow

I'm sorry I am the way I am
I'm sorry I am me
I'm sorry I have no purpose
I'm sorry my spirit isn't free

My heart is torn
And theres only one who can keep me content
Theres only one who can make my heart laugh
She's the only one left who stands in my present

My mind is mingled
The drugs and theropy don't help
I've lost my home
And I've never achieved much self-help

My family is confused
They don't know what to do
They don't know what to say
All because of me and what I put them through

I'm sorry doesn't mean anything
Because I've said it a thousand times
But I'll say it once more
Because I've commited another crime.