Sick of the way I am feeling. Waking up, watching myself slipping. Should I just take out my eyes?. No longer want them for this life. . Acting strong only on the outside.
I'm looking for answers to all the questions no one knows. Bleeding and begged asked you for nothing but something showed. . Your uneasy eyes the sweat on your forehead.
I know you're not exactly crazy. About the way I have been lately. And I don't know when I should say. All the things I want to say. . 'Cause I know that it would hurt you.