There is something wrong along this lifelong road I am on.
This unsound trail, this confound lifestyle.
I'am crowned the lady of this daft road and little by little seeing how mournful and harmful it all is.
This path we all tread.
I walk with my  heart in the palm of my hand and set apart my mind from my heart.
Trying to restart my bleeding heart and sense of mind that set me apart.
I would blame you.
And run through this numb world.
But I'm pretty sure I did this to myself.
I'm fearful that I will never return, and I yearn for the time when you can look into my blood shot eyes and see...
Oh see
That I need you.