Oh like a basket of butterflies, thoughts flutter through my head.
Everytime I try to think on one thing, the mental conversation changes topic
- Every five seconds.
How can one really think
When their brain is going to explode from from excessive nervousness?
Take away the worry, take away the pain, Its making me crazy - I'm going insane.
Stress burns a whole in me.
The real person I talked to turned out to be fake.
I have noone, reality shrieks, I am beyond words.
If I had words for anyone, they wouldn't hear them.
Seems that I'm lost and so are you.
Pretenders alike, just go on and ignore me.
Pain resonates from the deep caverns, inflicting my soul to the last breath.
And you think people can live this way.
Fake in the eyes of a monster.