The last place I want to be stuck;
Here in my head.
It's my own asylum.
I'm insane, but who said pyscho isn't normal?
I guess I'll never know.
The only friends I've made here,
In my little ward.
Fear himself was first to shake my hand.
Then came emptiness, loneliness not far off.
The closest one, the deepest demon,
the one and only darkness.
The sun wont shine behind my eyes.
Hurt and pain;
they steal the light
But who needs warmth to breathe?
Breathing isn't living.
My lips don't know who smile is.
They're only friends with frown.
My heart broke up with trust.
and left me scared of breaking.
Love knows my deepest mind.
Standing side by side with passion
what might I do with them?
The night is always my enemy.
At times it makes it so hard to see.
My vision clouds with uncertainty
I don't know the way to freedom
Ill just be stuck here in my head.
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 1:28 PM UTC
The last place I want to be stuck;
Here in my head.
It's my own asylum.
I'm insane, but who said pyscho isn't normal?
I guess I'll never know.
The only friends I've made here,
In my little ward.
Fear himself was first to shake my hand.
Then came emptiness, loneliness not far off.
The closest one, the deepest demon,
the one and only darkness.
The sun wont shine behind my eyes.
Hurt and pain;
they steal the light
But who needs warmth to breathe?
Breathing isn't living.
My lips don't know who smile is.
They're only friends with frown.
My heart broke up with trust.
and left me scared of breaking.
Love knows my deepest mind.
Standing side by side with passion
what might I do with them?
The night is always my enemy.
At times it makes it so hard to see.
My vision clouds with uncertainty
I don't know the way to freedom
Ill just be stuck here in my head.
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