The wall taunts me
It haunts me...

I miss you
When it seems...

I stare in awe at the paper on her bed
Folded neatly with fear and dread...

A feeling I get deep in the chest
Causing stages of nothing, empty of rest...

I hate the way Im feeling
This lack of hope Im stealing...

The sky is bitter, everyone is tranced.
The fabric of time moves, forces unbalanced...

You make me feel battered, twisted, screwed-up...
Scattered, fisted, ******-up, rejected...

Select your weapon and make your mark.
Let your blood run free, all pure and dark...

If I could sell my heart away
To you somehow or way...

Distraught, my thoughts will cry
God knows all critics die...

If gloom should come down my way
On a dark and depressive lonely day...

The sentiment of regret
That now falls through this strange void...