When I sit,
I think,
but when I think,
I sink.
Sink into a great depression,
but this isn't helping,
this 30 minutes session.
I can't talk to you,
you don't even know,
how could you see,
how can i show?
You can look at my arms,
a battlefield as I know it,
but it's how I cope,
and handle this shit.
It's you guys that make me go insane,
and then it's the tears I gain,
I can't take sitting here any longer,
but my hate and passion to die,
grow stronger.
Passion,
a great word for use,
but it's so true,
my ex I've felt his abuse.
You can't see what's on the inside,
but to you,
I can definitely hide.
I've been here four times before,
but I tell you lies
and you call for more.
I tell you what you want to hear,
because it's the real me,
my darkness you can't tare,
away from me,
if only you guys really knew,
this is how it's meant to be.
Stop telling me there's a hidden reason,
for all this pain I've gained.
It's just like all the seasons,
this happens all the time
repeats in the same fashion
you see.
But it's only really ...
just me
