Apparently, I like life a little too rough around the edges.
And I can't stop asking myself when it all turned into a downward spiral. I can't stop asking myself why I don't care anymore.
I'm strangely content, but I shouldn't be at all. I should be angry and upset. I should cry. I don't remember how to cry. I don't know if that's okay.
Call in the back up and the back up comesAnd that's about it.
But nobody can help you if you won't
Inside your chest your heart is just heart
Behind your eyes, a need replaced, a want
I know a sickness so ancient and cross
No crucifix can ever fix enough
I know a past when the future is lost
I know a line that must be walked
There is a darkness and there is a light and there is a choice
For a balance to be made every night
Weakness must be found
If you want it to stop
Then stop
Stop.