Your reality is what ever you feed your mind.

A battle ground from this scorched land where wild flowers use
to grow has left me borrowed and bruised.
I am not who I once was. I used to see flowers in the hills. Where
I wanted to explore.
The canyon black skids marks has tampered this field of bright
green light.
My induced breathing is narrow. My fear keeps me here under
the burrow.
I must go before the crow awakes. Breathe deeply. This is the
first take.

You with the shameful eyes.
Why do you look through a painted surprise?
A sin that...that's keeps you within.
How does it feel there?
Shame --- Shame keeps you bound with chains.
I heard ya clattering.
It must be hard to walk with such heaviness.

And I watch her, with nothing to say.
Needles hanging out of her pocket.
****, her best friend to belong.
Or whatever else she can cram
into her body.  
She gone, yet she walks.
For how long?

Fool, your a fool don't touch me.
And then we have a understanding.
And, then I wont have to lie.
Listen up, I really don't like you.
Your making this hard. I fucken don't understand why!
I'm only hear for my game.
And you are asking me why?
**** don't head trip me now.
And then I don't have to tell a lie.
   Who told you I really give a ****. Not me, so I call *******.
Emotional.... Stand on your own two feet.
Ya I'm sweet but I lie.
Bye.  
Lol... you were caught up by you..lol. But you thought it was me.
Hey! I didn't see your pipe dream you played in your head.
Its best for you to consider me half way dead.

You cannot save someone that believes there already dead.