Blank...head.
Thoughts reel, all the time.
You've got to be kidding me, not these thoughts again.
Silent...voice.
So much to say, all the time.
Devoid of the words to say anything.
Same old shit, Same old hang ups, same old me, timid, poor little me.
Getting older, never advancing, never evolving, never, never, never.
Pitiful world, changing for no one.
My pitiful world capable of change and greatness, but it all falls flat, always on something that will hurt the most.
Pick yourself up, wounded, not bleeding, but bleeding out.
Breathing hurts, hurts the most, air of life, you feel like death.
Smash your head on the wall, bring the pain.
Crush the thoughts, mash them so they're unrecognizable.
In vain, they never would have gotten out anyways...they torture the soul with hope.
Hope for and end now.
Not fair, ever.
Never is.
All there is, is red.
Stains.
All over.
No more.
Masochist of the heart.
Thoughts reel, all the time.
You've got to be kidding me, not these thoughts again.
Silent...voice.
So much to say, all the time.
Devoid of the words to say anything.
Same old shit, Same old hang ups, same old me, timid, poor little me.
Getting older, never advancing, never evolving, never, never, never.
Pitiful world, changing for no one.
My pitiful world capable of change and greatness, but it all falls flat, always on something that will hurt the most.
Pick yourself up, wounded, not bleeding, but bleeding out.
Breathing hurts, hurts the most, air of life, you feel like death.
Smash your head on the wall, bring the pain.
Crush the thoughts, mash them so they're unrecognizable.
In vain, they never would have gotten out anyways...they torture the soul with hope.
Hope for and end now.
Not fair, ever.
Never is.
All there is, is red.
Stains.
All over.
No more.
Masochist of the heart.