Every door I knock
it's closed
Who to blame for

I seek the answer
But I'm deaf
to myself

Who the **** am I?
All I love
becoming obsessive and heavy
Reason won't ease this pain
Heart has totally tangled it up
Total state of war
how can I stop it

Your arms, your arms,
your love, your love
Did I **** it? My hotline to the world...
I need to let you know
that I love you so
but I am at war, war, war

It seems impossible, that this be over.
Yet it hurts, so it's not the answer.
I've been here before, when I was lost.

I try to think of something positive,
but the black always comes back for me.
It gets in the way of everything.
My thoughts are not mine again.
And I get this sickly pleasure
in the war
I see the wounds heal
and I start to think
that it brings me joy to be here

I am so tangled up.