Every day now gets slower,
And I see a little black cloud...

Now Ive gone and done it,
I turned on all that I know...

It's time to face reality;
For we are a Prozac nation...

He says he wants to die;;
But i tell him not to...

've always been a loser,
Yeah; The out cast of my class...

I run my fingers over the brand,
Im holding an eagle in my hand...

With the words wrapped around my tongue;
I try so hard to scream your name...

I cant still remember the old days,
Where I would sit and cry in the rain...

Trying to grasp the pain;
Hold on with grip so tight...

Ever been lying awake at night,
Just listening to the voices...

One piece of artwork
I know i've mastered...

You cut yourself,,
And embrace the pain...