Cluttered Mind

Walking around my cluttered mind, 
Looking for something I'll never find.
As I'm wrapped in flames and I take all the blame,
I don't seem to care that I can't breathe this air.
And I see your face as you disappear,
Cus in my mind it's still so clear.

Sometimes I tear every thought in my mind, 
As I know I'm leaving myself behind.
Sometimes I want to hurt myself, 
Cus I can't get anything out.
Sometimes I look like I'm happy inside,
When really I'm just trying to hide.

My mind is cluttered with memories,
And your face it burns like a painful disease.
I pick up a pen to write you a letter,
If I mail it out, maybe I'll feel better.

Sometimes I tear every thought in my mind, 
As I know I'm leaving myself behind.
Sometimes I want to hurt myself, 
Cus I can't get anything out.
Sometimes I look like I'm happy inside,
When really I'm just trying to hide.

Look, at me, with your honest eyes.
Help, me breathe, cus I know that it's time.
Stop, it here, and leave it behind.
Good, night to, my cluttered mind...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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