Confused
Lost
Ready to give in
But only medicine can fill my veins of wanting
Locked away for a lifetime
I need the straps to buckle me in
The helmet to stop me from banging my head
Cause I’m
Confused
Lost
Ready to give in
I sit silently
No emotion
No Movement
Lifeless
The minutes feel like days
And my days feel like years
Trying to hold on to nothing
Cause I’m locked away for feeling
Confused
Lost
Ready to give in
So this is what they call rehab
The cure of my unhappiness
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 5:53 AM UTC
Confused
Lost
Ready to give in
But only medicine can fill my veins of wanting
Locked away for a lifetime
I need the straps to buckle me in
The helmet to stop me from banging my head
Cause I’m
Confused
Lost
Ready to give in
I sit silently
No emotion
No Movement
Lifeless
The minutes feel like days
And my days feel like years
Trying to hold on to nothing
Cause I’m locked away for feeling
Confused
Lost
Ready to give in
So this is what they call rehab
The cure of my unhappiness