This, thing,
has been apart of me for so long.
It tore me up,
and left my remains,
and that is me now.
But there is nothing I really can do,
its something I can’t resist.
It eats up my insides,
and it makes me cry.
It makes myself see what I really am
Friends, saints, companions,
this is to my bitter end.
I want to tell you a tale,
made for the dead.
Will you please just save me,
from this selfish end?
Can you just save me,
from my head?
I cried last night,
to thoughts of you,
I remembered the place,
that I stayed for a while.
I dreamt of fear,
and crimes of the weak.
Feels like something is,
crawling underneath my skin.
I should of seen the doctor yesterday.
But now I’m giving in.
This sick thing,
deep inside me,
I can say I’m fine,
I know I’m not fine.
With a entangled heart,
should have slash it from the start.
Then I act like,
my thoughts are perfect.
But I know the truth,
Though I hide the truth.
So take a look to the start,
should have choked out the heart.
Lovers, brothers, friends.
This is to the bitter end.
I can only wish I did change,
as I sit alone in a king sized bed.
I feel your touch.
I can smell your hair.
Im lost deep inside,
you know me better.
Will you please just save me,
from this selfish end?
Can you just save me,
from my head?
