I'm trapped in an open field
And I feel but it can't be real...
Together forever will never be.
You weren't alone, you had me...
Crumpled paper showing grease spots at the corners
scrolling through endless pages hoping to find...
I'm about to compose my suicidal symphony.
The eyes of my ghosts gaze grudgingly into me...
There's a blade to my skin;
Tears in my eyes...
Inner thoughts collides and shatter
into kaleidoscopic shards...
When I look in the mirror, I think it talks
An empty room filled with silence and clocks...
I feel like a puppet
something like a muppet...
Once you start to fall apart,
The world is uncaring, scary and dark...
I've been silent for quite sometime
Without a Nickel or a Dime...
This is me?
All I have left is what you gave me...
There's something inside of me,
Somehow it knows, it stirs...