i have no idea where i am, nor do i know what i want. i have a lot of blanks that i can't seem to get filled in. i need help with everything that i do. i want you to be here with me. but i'm completely independant. i dont believe in the clothes we walk in. i dont believe in the names we were given. i dont believe in the skin we were born in. nor do i believe in the world we were raised in.
i look at you and see your smile.. but then i know you'll never be mine. oh how i wish you were mine.
not to mention all the shit that's going down, with family, and friends; nothing's going right. i feel like all i have left is my guitar, to play and sing. it's not worth it anymore..
i can't find a way out
and the clocks are broken, leaking time.
one more second, i may die
'cause my wounds are open bleeding life.