My minds eye is blind
and so my judgment is impaired...

The pain it takes me to a place
where i can rest...

It started out fine
many years ago...

The awful names you called me have left their...
physical or not, when they cut they cut hard...

He's wasted alot of time doing nothing
just sitting around being lazy...

Mary had a little lamb
who's fleese was stained red...

My insides have all gone away
rotted and disappeared...

To the opportunistic freaks
who tormented me when i was weak...

We're on different sides of the state
Its true...

Even when we're alone
there is never peace or rest...

A little demon on my shoulder
Whispering in my ear...

If i stay here
will you stay too...