Oh, here it comes, once more
I breathe, or so I told
But the reality of this pain
The scrutiny in vain
It seeks out of me
A depth of heart
A depth of soul
Something so cold
Something so droned

I wish to recognize
This heinous criminal
That sits inside me
Waiting for my every move
Twisting the thoughts
Twisting the emotions
Writhing in pain
Wiltering a soul

I said I'd be free
I said I would not be
An escapade
A scapegoat
The reasons are not on me
I blame it
I blame you
For not being who you could be
What you don't see
In pain, and misery
Is so the way it soothes
A knife that twists
Decides to choose
Which reality you warped into

And you try to play it
With a depth of poise
But no one waits
For your shadowy doom
You try to breathe
But it seems so
Devastatingly slow
The thoughts of pain
Of misery
I wish to be free
From endless misery
From endless pain
But I don't know why
It feels so in vain
I try to speak to it
But it chops on my thoughts
On my soul it plays
And takes me whole
No one understands
This pain I ward

But I suppose
No one really knows