Mother you may think you set me right
But the truth is you let me out of sight...

I've been shrunk down
To the tiniest size...

Here my blood is shed
Like the surge of me is going to be dead...

Small little voices in my head
"Kill yourself" thats all they said...

The pain runs through my body unable to escape
My anger inside me is taking shape...

Damn the dead
Craters are filling...

Voices in my head
Booming thunder is all i can here...

The pills make me feel good
The pills make me feel strong...

You are like a mocking bird
Mocking what I do...

Her marked up words
And horizontal dreams...

Im crying inside
And the tears wont seem to stop...

You say hell is you home with the warmth of their...
You say mothers arms wont caress you, and she wont...