In the beginning,
I blamed naught but you.
And somehow i thought,
You never thought of me too.

Somewhere in the middle,
I got lost in between,
Believing you wanted nothing,
But friendship it seems.

In the end I was wrong,
Yet there's nothing left.
I'm a wolf in sheeps clothing,
And you've seen nothing yet.

There’s a stranger in my head,
There’s nothing left of me.
He’s clawing his way in,
And I’m holding out desperately.

Left in a jacket,
My arms tied behind my back.
Nothing all around me,
I’m missing this sense I lack.

He’s watching from the bars,
A wicked grin on his face.
There’s nothing left of me,
Nothing for you to trace.

This asylum is beautiful,
Horrid in design.
But when I find my room,
There’ll be no more me to find.

My blood splattered,
Across three hopeless walls.
I’m walking forever,
Stuck within these halls.

He’s taken over everything,
And found a door to my mind.
There’s nothing left for me,
Than to shiver and to hide.

Nothingness makes hiding,
Such a wonderful chore.
He’s in my mind,
He’s found my hidden door.

Sitting in the dungeon,
Of this deep dark recess.
I’m searching for a way,
To start over fresh.

If I could only wipe it clean,
And wash away this slate.
Then I could expel him,
And leave myself to fate.

Wiping away nothingness,
Is harder than it seems,
For how can I clean,
That which cannot be seen.

So take my heart,
And hold it safe.
I’m burrowing in,
And giving all that it will take.

Just promise you’ll be there,
When He’s gone from my mind.
It’ll take more than me,
To save what I can find.

This man in my dreams,
And the man in my mind,
Move so much quicker,
Than I can hope to hide.

So I give it all,
And you have my heart.
But it won’t be long,
Before I depart.

How does it feel to get lost in my head?
Planting flowers for the long past dead,
They say they know what it tastes like,
But they couldn't learn to like you if they tried.

Another down,
I'm feeling it this time.
Nearly too numb to feel you,
But too numb to breathe.

This static love is killing me,
Like star crossed lovers, and Destiny.

Like a knife,
You can't cut too deep.

Do you know what it's like?
To feel too numb, to feel too numb to feel?
These lines leave me nothing,
But your face again.

Heaven seems a long dead star,
Hell is just another friend.
Sometimes I wonder,
If I'll ever see this end.

I'm nearly too numb to feel you,
Already too numb to breathe.
But another pill is nothing like,
The pain you've achieved.

I thought you were ******,
But you taste like *******.
The way you make my heart beat,
And my tears fall like rain.

I thought you'd be the flower,
I'd pick and you'd be mine.
But I got lost somewhere between,
Jealousy and fine.

Sadly it'll never happen,
You'll never share my bed,
So I'll just have to load this needle,
In the place where you could rest your head.

You are the cigarette I smoke,
After the needle finds my vein.
The comfort in sleep so profound,
I thought I'd never awake again.

The wind blew in,
On a warm march day.
Started off with rain,
Then snow in the middle of May.

Halfway to June,
I lost track of time.
somehow though,
I kept rhythm and rhyme.

It was quarter to November,
When I finally stopped to say,
Whatever happened to,
March, April and May?

I packed my bags and prepared for a night long drive,
Took a couple pills to keep me feeling alive.
Somewhere along the way I started to feel pain,
So I pulled to the side and put a needle in my vein.

I never felt so alive as I did on that trip,
Waiting til the last moments to get my fix.
I listened to Floyd the entire way,
And got my drugs without having to pay.

And each time I lasted just a few minutes more,
Many hours passed before I let myself cure.
And each time the pain became less intense,
I'd fill up my needle and lose all sense.

Somehow I survived that month long drive,
By shooting a few pills just to feel alive.
And somehow I'm stronger because of those days,
Now that I've lost all of my destructive ways.

You tore me apart starting with my heart
And ending in my head.
I still can't count the number of times,
I thought I'd be better off dead.

It started with your eyes,
And ended in your word.
Your smile was the perfect picture,
Your voice the sound I wish I never heard.

Somehow I thought I was too broken,
Too scarred to ever be repaired.
I never thought that love would be something,
That could cause me to be scared.

But an angel surprised me,
And took me by the hand.
Four years later,
She's made me understand.

I don't need to feel broken,
To feel someone's love.
And it's possible that,
You weren't sent from above.

Maybe you were my demons,
But she saved me from you.
And now I've found.
I'm the right one too.