I used to hold onto things to get a good grip when i had to kill those who caused danger,
And now i try to grasp even death itself to seek some salvation and comfort.
I try to reach to humans for help,
But my teddy bears are what keep me in sane mental health.
When I'm around live creatures i hide in the inner me and act as someone else;
And yet when I'm alone, i realize who i am and pity myself.
Will i ever be sane again-
As i was once before?
There's too much of a doubt that I'll resign from being insane,
So i must accept my future.
Too many things have gone by
And I've barely survived these past days in my life-
I don't know what i have to do to remain in my own line,
But just hang onto the stuffed bear that's been here since the beginning of my time.
I know that my relationships don't ever turn out right,
But I'd at least like to hold onto someone who's alive once in a while.
