It Seems To Get the Best of Me.
Heartache and misery seem to get the best of me.
I’m walking through this house of mirrors.
I hate the reflection of my face.
As I spin around this room looking for an escape.
Were going through changes.
Everyone in this world.
Hold on tight
Don’t lose your self they say.
To late for me. Is it to late for you?
I need some one to hold me down.
Don’t let me go. Im begging you.
Help me find myself once again.
Crash and smash.
Break the mirrors in this room.
Blood flows out of the cuts on my hand.
No more reflections of my face.
Distorted images flashing in my eyes.
Tears on my cheeks burn as they fall to the floor.
I feel so alone, no one but myself, in this horrible house.
Blood and tears mix on the floor.
No one to save me from myself.
All I want is some one to help me.
The pain in my heart is excruciating.
I feel death closing in on my heart and soul.
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