Dead Inside
This time I really think I’ve lost my mind
It’s getting harder now to freely try to find
The heart that died and washed me up in here
The pain that breeds and begs me not to fear
My hold on life will slip at every turn
If I smile it’s only when it burns
The rain arrives precisely when I ask
Clean the stain left here by my mask
Denial was my favourite game in life
Denial was the way before this knife
Scarring me with every step I take
But I do it now with every chance I make
Bloody eyed, I’m taking my world down
Screw my lies, it makes no difference how I drown
I have died time and time again
But I denied it’s always just the same
This time ‘round I’ll throw what’s left away
This is the end, the beginning and the way
Dead inside, my silence feels betrayed
It’s just another time I feel I can not stay
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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