I lose my grip on sanity
and slip into in endless whole
never to come out never to see light even peek through

Sanity is my enemy now
never a friend
i am hell bound
and no one even try's to help out

Sanity is a funny thing
so boring so plan
i like my dark room with the soft white walls
the nurses say "keep that jacket on"

now the whispers in the wall
saying that they have it all
saying that we will pay
and you all will one day.

Father time your a special thing
you go to fast for me to cling
you take people with you day by day

Father time you are so curl
not caring what you do.
never worrying who you hurt
Yet have the nerve the send us to the dirt.

Father time guess you don't understand
death is your only helping hand.
He waits for you to say when it time,
Then he choses how we die

So father time warn us please
we are only fragile human beings
give us chance to say goodbye
Father time be on our side.

What if i asked you to take my hand?
What if i told you this was your last chance?
What if you could save my life?
I wonder if you'd even try.

What if i said i changed my faith?
What if i took a knife to my waist?
If you were there to stop me,
i don't think you would
i'm not worth the pain in your heart.

What if i said with my last breath
Help the others who are close to death
Would you do what i asked?
No probably not,
its not worth your time.

So when you think back on me
and what i could be
remember i gave up.
But you could of saved me.

a man walks down,
a long staircase that doesn't end.
he seems lot and empty.
I follow behind
i call out his name.

he stops for a bit looking around
he drops a rose
dripping his blood.

i stair at the rose.
then resume a standing pose.
I look where the man was.
he's closer now.

he kisses my forehead
then walks away
i watch him
become a distant memory

Rose is a sign of love,
yet we touch and it hurt us.
we know we'll bleed
we know we'll hurt
we know we'll have scares.
we touch any way.

The rose will sit driping your blood
i watch as it drips mine
it hurt me and i dont mind.

cause he killed my heart and broke my sole.
he left nothing but a body
thats worthless and used.

so i touch the rose
i let my self bleed
i let it hurt me
and i let it leave marks.
and i watch the bleeding rose

Cut my wrist and hope to die
Pry my life ends to night
So much sadness so much fear
Please just take me away from here.

I pray to god to take me away
To where the sky’s aren't so gray
No more teasing no more crying
Tell my mother I am sorry.

So I cut my wrist and hope die
Pry my life ends to night
So much sadness so much fear
Please take me away from here

Don’t understand why I must live?
Why I have to go through this!
Why would a goo as “Wonderful” as you
Let me suffer through?

All this pain and all the crying
I thought you were the savor calling
But it is clear you don’t care
And that you won’t take me away from here

Words are just words
till meaning is put,
a song is just a song
till you learn about what its about.

Scars are just scars
till you learn where i got them,
A person just a person
till you see them as something more

Everything's just something
till you understand

But these words have meaning
as long as i say them to you
and every love song
i truly understand now
every scar is healing whenever im with you
and your just a person
but your something to me.

Breath in the fresh air in darkness of the night
this is my prison cell for the time
i wont fight for my sanity this time
I'll let my mind roam free in this prison cell of mine.

I hid the razors where no one else could find
with sainted blood on them
it's all mine
no one ever asks
if they did id never tell.

The blood drips down my arm
on to the clean polished floor,
my drawings will be flawless to night.

I dip my hand in the blood,
and draw lazily on the wall
the stuff i never say written in blood
on my prison wall.

I lay down my head on the cool floor
my wrist dripping blood more then before
I fight for a breath
though i cant fight at all
that's what they all whisper in the halls.

On my bedroom wall
i wrote it all
my story stained in blood
for me tomorrow will never come.

Maybe he wasn't there
maybe I'v gone insane
All i know is the voices in my brain.
He needs another soul he needs another kid.

I slowly try to refuse
he comes back to me
I am a slave for him, he'll **** me if i don't
he'll hurt me instead.
I never wanted that.

His life is what he makes it,
he devours the children souls
He takes away there happiness
so all they are is cold

Lifeless body's in his hands
in a pile there are more,
he'll never know love
he will never try
i'm nothing but a slave to him till the day i die.

So ill bring another child
into his dark cold woods,
he takes them
and makes them like the rest
he is and always will be the Slenderman.