What is wrong wth this, this being my life,
Sometimes i think it can be settled with a knife,
Maybe i am wrong, but it is still a thought,
But my life has gone, died and been brought,
Gone in my shadows, and in my twisted mind,
Ive got to move on, leave this life behind,
My head is filled with voices that whisper and shout,
Somehow, somewhere, ive got to get them out,
Its got to be just me, noone else is like this,
This time it is real, i cant find peace or bliss. |
