I can't cry. I sit amongst pillars of stone My mind is empty The pillars whisper things unknown I'm left in my thoughts They scare me Because they're empty And I can't cry.
Stop complaining. My head is shot by my heart See its past took form Made a solid pain tipped dart That was true to its Mark. Yes everything hurts And I'm alone. But I'll stop complaining.
I can't stop singing. No, the melody is my rescue From the ocean's sting On fresh new cuts in me that ring With dissonance in my mind. Has my harmony gone? Is that all? I can't stop singing.
I can't stop thinking Each thought brings new pain To old wounds That sting like never before My skin won't stop crawling. I'm infected. My thoughts are parasites. I can't stop thinking.
The hurt isn't leaving. My mind tells me what I know The things it says are true But see I choose to act on them And that makes all the difference. No matter what I feel I chose right. But the hurt isn't leaving.
It should be leaving. I made these decisions after all But sometimes we do what hurts And have to deal with side effects That we never intended My painful dialogue. Your painful laugh. It should be leaving.
Please, I beg it, leave. But it won't Another has set it loose This cancer on my heart No, now it's everywhere Because it's a cancer And it hurts So I beg it to leave
This pain is mine. I made mistakes in what I said And in what I did. Now here I sit in consequence The greatest hurt I've ever known. It's excruciating And I started it. This pain is mine.
But there's another. Something has twisted the blade Pulling more blood from me I smiling wish I had more to give But I'm dry. I loved this thing. I'd have given my life. But there's another.
It's all the same. The thing I love twisted the knife See I put the knife there Is it happy? I stabbed myself. Why does it twist it I don't know I wouldn't twist that blade But it's all the same.
Can't cry. Musn't complain. Don't stop singing. Don't stop thinking. Hurt won't leave. Hurt should leave. Please, hurt, leave. Hurt is mine. It's all the same. It's all the same. It's all the same. It's all the same...
Written in the depths of my depression. That's all there is to it.