It feels too hard to be in reality
when the days are long and the nights are short
when the work piles up and the fun deports
when there is nothing left in this sad life but a jar of tear from all the times
the times where I couldn’t take it anymore
the times where being alive was worse than being dead
the times where I was lost in my head  
there comes a time when you can only dream of running
leaving behind every memory, every person, and every thought
creating a new life, one for only me and you
becoming a mystery will do

When each day is filled with thoughts, all about you
and each moment I miss you too
When every time I see you, I long for your touch and
everytime you're with her it turns into to much.
When I know your bad for me but still want you and
I crave the heart ache you cause me too.
This is when I know that I must ecaspe, from this hell people call my brain
Its the only way to stop the pain
I must drown myself in substances
only to hope that I can gain some justices
Sometimes I could just burst
These days have become the worst