So what is the extent to which you killed yourself today
That minor slight incision - did it carry you away
And if it’s not the pain that makes your body like a drug
Then what is it that causes you to seek that kind of love
You thought it would be easy to detain what you could see
But something else has happened & your mind is not at ease
I know you want the answers but they never seem to come
At least that’s what you think with all your patience going numb
And now the only remedy you seek is gone before
your limbs can ever feel it, ’til you’re lying on the floor
Remember you were someone ‘fore you gave up on yourself
The kind of hope you carry’ll never leave you in your Hell
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
So what is the extent to which you killed yourself today
That minor slight incision - did it carry you away
And if it’s not the pain that makes your body like a drug
Then what is it that causes you to seek that kind of love
You thought it would be easy to detain what you could see
But something else has happened & your mind is not at ease
I know you want the answers but they never seem to come
At least that’s what you think with all your patience going numb
And now the only remedy you seek is gone before
your limbs can ever feel it, ’til you’re lying on the floor
Remember you were someone ‘fore you gave up on yourself
The kind of hope you carry’ll never leave you in your Hell
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