Shattering of the thin line between want and need
Feeding the itch of wanting to stop and think
Happening so fast my pulse drops and heart skips a beat
Lashing out at fear of living, not considering anything
Misunderstood out of sheer ignorance that no one sees
The hurt this boy holds inside as his end is coming near
No one offers a hand to help, no one even glances over here
So he stands in his corner trembling out of fear
Frozen in place, in time, he'll find the missing peace
The piece to lift him to hell, anywhere but here
All he wants is to smell divinity
But what he needs is someone to help
Look closely, if you know pain, then you can see
That this boy I speak of could be me
