I'm dead
I'm just a soulless being
As I wait for time to tick
And I'll finally flatline
God, That clock can't tick slow enough

All I can see with my eyes
Is a plan devised
From Scratch
But has been altered through many lies
They ask me to try
Haven't I done enough trying?
I hate to close my eyes
Cause I just end up crying
With serious thoughts of dying
Am I all who I thought I was
I tried fixing my heart
But all I got was blood
I'm done...
Metaphorically speaking of course
Cause I'm still so freaking off course
That I've drove my car out into the woods
Thank God,
Finally I get some alone time

Life was Better When
It Actually made sense
Now it just seems to hurt

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They Say I've Got a Brain
But that too is slowly growing crazy
Cause Lately
Lifes been feeling less and less amazing
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They say I've got a voice
But thats gotten hoarse from all that yelling
Like I'm so sorry, I love you
But the thought of us isn't too compelling
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They Say I have a choice
But its been chosen for me at birth
Life is a Scripted play
We just Don't know the Words
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My Mind Flourishes at night
Anything can Hide in the darkness
Ever think of the possibilities
Ten years of hurt could be what waiting for you
Pain Suffering
Maybe happiness but thats unlikely
You wonder why people cry at night?
Because their mind flourishes then
They think of all the BAD possibilities before the Good
But then even the good seem bad
Our monsters in our closests have grown with us
Turning into burdens and overall sadness
Once that light turns out its all over
God, You never know what could be hiding in the dark
The dark is a feeding ground for imagination
And what ***** is the only thing you'll see
There is no form of a light in the dark
But once that light turns on it all goes away
You go out and act like All is Okay
But once night comes again your thoughts come back again
And that my friend is NOT ok