this isnt real.
it cant be.
happy things in life i cant see.
im lost in Oz without my toto.
now lifes a record deal i cant make solo.
mental stability is scarce.
i feel like a soulless shell.
i might be better off
if i was shot straight to hell.
my hearts not in my chest anymore.
from me its been ripped.
my soul is like a pitcher of sorrows
and it had finally tipped.
if i see a knife, i'll cut.
if i see a cliff, i'll leap.
tie a weight to my foot and jump in the ocean,
whichever one is cheap.
i just cant dwell anymore.
not in this place.
im trying to escape the memories, the pain.
but im epically losing the chase.
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:11 PM UTC
this isnt real.
it cant be.
happy things in life i cant see.
im lost in Oz without my toto.
now lifes a record deal i cant make solo.
mental stability is scarce.
i feel like a soulless shell.
i might be better off
if i was shot straight to hell.
my hearts not in my chest anymore.
from me its been ripped.
my soul is like a pitcher of sorrows
and it had finally tipped.
if i see a knife, i'll cut.
if i see a cliff, i'll leap.
tie a weight to my foot and jump in the ocean,
whichever one is cheap.
i just cant dwell anymore.
not in this place.
im trying to escape the memories, the pain.
but im epically losing the chase.
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