Sometimes I think I was set up for a fall,
I could never even hope to have it all,
I don't know where to lay the blame,
Perhaps i'm sick with shame,
They are trying to get inside my head,
But worry not they will soon be dead,
I guess I never was and never will be,
It seems that not a soul can see me,
"Look here it comes," bow down in wonder,
It tears my mind and heart asunder,
I see blood so I must be insane,
And I hear prattle so inane,
It's all too much and I've had enough,
I'm not weak but I'm not that tough,
It's taken over me completely,
Death might come over me sweetly,
Maybe I should put the knife back on the shelf,
Or maybe I should just obey and **** myself.
I don't know.
It's just such a sly blow.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
Sometimes I think I was set up for a fall,
I could never even hope to have it all,
I don't know where to lay the blame,
Perhaps i'm sick with shame,
They are trying to get inside my head,
But worry not they will soon be dead,
I guess I never was and never will be,
It seems that not a soul can see me,
"Look here it comes," bow down in wonder,
It tears my mind and heart asunder,
I see blood so I must be insane,
And I hear prattle so inane,
It's all too much and I've had enough,
I'm not weak but I'm not that tough,
It's taken over me completely,
Death might come over me sweetly,
Maybe I should put the knife back on the shelf,
Or maybe I should just obey and **** myself.
I don't know.
It's just such a sly blow.
