Not trying to impress you, I'm just trying to get by I've been running out of breath and out of hope and out of time And if I pass this finish line, I'll just keep moving on Surprised that I still made it even though it took so long.
'Cause I have failed so many times that sometimes I don't try I wrap up in my fears and thoughts and curl up tight to hide But no matter what it is that gets me on my feet again To go again is all that's left, so I count down from ten.
Ten more breaths until my heart can settle in my chest; Nine more hours on the clock until I get to rest; Eight times more that I can tell myself I'm not alone; Seven more reminders of the way that I have grown;
Six more chances left to give myself the care I need; Five more minutes off the clock that I can use to breathe; Four good beats to count inside my steady beating heart; Three attempts that might not fail that I just need to start;
Two things left to say before I rise up from the depths; One more time I'll brush myself off and take one more step.
The cries, the screams Ripping out the hearts Of innocent souls Tearing them to pieces The chilling smile, The evil laugh The periodic lies Repetion Repetion Killing anything in his path Making any joyful thing die Painting roses with the blood of his victims Drawing them in with a sinister act Acting as if you care But destroying them Repetition Repetition No sense of feeling No appeal for emotions Throwing around the "I love you"s Eroding Trust Creeping into minds and Hurting Everyone Regardless Of who they are And if the victim escapes.... Well.... They'd wish they were dead. The actions of my serial killer .