This Place You Call Chaos
Your mouth opens
And I don't hear anything...
but an orchestra of screams
when will I be rescued
from this cathedral of
your pain
Its still like when
I was young,
you're opened up like
a bloodied wound
that cannot heal
You won't let it heal
sucking the life out of me
wanting all of the pity
I can't seem to give
anymore
I'm thinking of me this time
and you still muster
in your chaos of life
never wanting to change
keeping me at arms length
your guilt is the choke hold on me,
drop your rope from
where you see us
I need to be rescued
quiet the ruckus
silence the nervous shouts
let them be subdued
I'm wanting....out.
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