My minds eye is blind
and so my judgment is impaired...

It started out fine
many years ago...

The pain it takes me to a place
where i can rest...

The awful names you called me have left their...
physical or not, when they cut they cut hard...

He's wasted alot of time doing nothing
just sitting around being lazy...

My insides have all gone away
rotted and disappeared...

Mary had a little lamb
who's fleese was stained red...

We're on different sides of the state
Its true...

To the opportunistic freaks
who tormented me when i was weak...

Even when we're alone
there is never peace or rest...

I bash my head into the wall
trying to forget everything...

I can hear the tick tick tock
of the grandfather clock...