I'd cut my heart cause I have no shame
and put a bullet in my brain
cause I don't feel to be the blame
taken what doesn't seem to blend
said what wasn't meant to be said
and still so numb
drifting from dream to dream
feeling to some type of fate
and
as I surfaced to the ground
and, found such distant voices
such angry faces
but I still feel their's something to be said..
needle and thread
sewing and stitching
what makes me feel so well
