Its hell inside my head
With monsters that would make the Winchesters cringe
Scratching the walls
Breaking every good thing in me
My emotions are dead
Insanity has driven me way past the fringe
I've started to fall
Locked in a room with no key
They said I would fail
Somehow knowing my future was grim
I'm useless, you know
Crashing and burning
My dreams had set sail
But my chances of getting on that boat were slim
It was really all for show
That's what I'm slowly learning
I realize I'm broken
I know I can't be fixed
The fates have spoken
Don't tell me I'll be missed
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
Its hell inside my head
With monsters that would make the Winchesters cringe
Scratching the walls
Breaking every good thing in me
My emotions are dead
Insanity has driven me way past the fringe
I've started to fall
Locked in a room with no key
They said I would fail
Somehow knowing my future was grim
I'm useless, you know
Crashing and burning
My dreams had set sail
But my chances of getting on that boat were slim
It was really all for show
That's what I'm slowly learning
I realize I'm broken
I know I can't be fixed
The fates have spoken
Don't tell me I'll be missed
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