Is it in my blood, under my skin or just in my brain?
Years of living in the dark fighting against pain
On one of my wrist is written hope and faith on the other
It was a long road, I stop, simply can’t go any further
Maybe it’s because I’m lonely and I have time to think
Too many memories and thoughts in me constantly blink
Is it so much to ask for a bit of love and understanding?
Love doesn’t need search or endless time to try finding
If you’d see in me would there be any questions why
Why am I always sitting alone for hours and just cry
Let it out, letting go or delete all my memories
That way I won’t have the chance to tell stories
Said I’ll make it big one day now I don’t worry
I’m just a self pity POS who never had a sip of glory
Constant battle going inside me without a reason
As if 3 people are locked in one cell in a prison
3 opinions, 3 wishes, 3 ways to explain ones act
In the end nothing matters just the boring fact
A suicide, a crazy man and a confused little boy
The 3 of them all ended up to being someone’s toy
What should I do or who’s advice is the best for me
I fight, myself is running yet the one who dies is always me.