Twisted and tortured,
I'm triggered by silence...

If life is like a movie, well, I think you should...
that mine is not some funny picture show...

I could've went down,
in the river to drown...

It feels like I'm broken,
my chest cut wide open...

I want out of this life,
that's why I'm writing this letter...

It seems like every night while I'm lying in bed,
I lift up another prayer that by morning I'm dead...

When I hear the sirens,
I pray they're for me...

I'm open, I'm hoping,
this isn't the real me...

I can't sleep, I keep hearing voices,
speak to me, making my choices...

What can I say,
this can't be real...

How did we get to this fighting,
how did we get to this part...

Happy, and carefree,
the way I used to be...