My mind is a total mess,
And there’s no way you can fix it.
There are voices in my head,
That I’ve just learned to live with.
My soul is split in two.
And everywhere I go,
Angels, demons, and spirits follow.
These voices in my head,
These faces that I see.
They tell me what to do,
They tell me who to be.
They tell me what to say,
They tell me what to think.
The demons under my bed,
I can’t let them reach me.
I let the emotions inside brew,
I realize I’ve let them catch me.
With them I never get my way,
They bring me to the brink.
The brink of my mind,
Where nothing is fine,
And I’m no longer safe.
At the
Tonight,
The wind is howling
My chest is panting
and the dogs are restless
and I stare, mosquito stains on the wall
I'm just floating in this bed
Drained and full of wrinkles
and needles in the palms
Tonight,
I want to grab myself, take it off,
Hang it from the shoulders
Put it somewhere dry and clean
Tell me to rest for the night
Let the wrinkles loose
let the sweat of the day dry
and this heart have a shut-eye
A sudden slip into the void, emptiness blooms
letting the quicksand pull you down a hole
your stomach drops as you fall in the dark room
where you sit face to face with hurt
He will not back off with his punches
and you can't run
You sit there, and all the world's clocks stop
in that moment, in that time you wait
and so is the lump in your throat
and every thought is a puzzle
and you think:
How beautiful to be able to cry