My mind is a straightjacket, and no matter how long I struggle or how strongly I flail, I can't break free from or quiet the thoughts causing a racket
My life is a padded cell, and no matter how loud I scream or how hard I slam my head against the walls, nobody hears my cries or even comes to help
You are the nurse ratchet of my existence, and no matter what I say or how many pills of advice you force down my throat, it seems that I'll never be well enough to relinquish your resistance

She says she wants to climb into my bed, but I guess she doesn't want to get into my head, because every night she sleeps alone instead

Where can your fear be found?
What sets off your sirens?
Does my presence provoke your defense?
Who was it that exposed your weakness?
Will you let me approach your coast, Or am I the thing you fear most?

The devil in the distance grows closer with each step
And the angels in the air have faces full of regret
Coming into focus, I can read his face
We all came here knowing no one would escape

As apathetic as the atmosphere, I form just to dissipate
Brush the ash off my shoulder, this world is smoke and grey
Radios blast between deaf ears, I don't understand the words
As rapid as this revolving rock, my heart beats for the whole herd

We should get together and talk for a minute about the weather, then bring up what we feel inside but I know we won't because we fear what we'll find. Our hearts do not confer, she loves him and I love her, and the pain inside each of us burns, and every day the world still turns, and we'll awake each morning with nothing but lessons that went unlearned. I hang on her every word, and she hangs around for him like a bird, ready to fly at a moments notice, and my attempts to approach will always be hopeless, as I get close she'll dissapear like a ghost, and we both know this and tomorrow we still won't let go, life will go on and time will flow, and no matter how slow we'll do what we can to not let it show, but soon enough one of us will have to go

I think silence is worse than suicide, because at least in death there's nothing to hide, its a way to get out of your mind, and leave behind all the problems that plague your life.

I think suicide is better than silence, because at least in death there's something violent, it's a way to let out what's inside, and you may find that the lie is worse than living in your life

I think silence and suicide are one in the same, either way you feel nothing or insane, and either way you hate your brain, and either way the pain will never not feel like shame, and either way you lose the game