Or will you make me numb?
Their's nothing left to live for.
But what I have become.
Hollow and confused.
Sucked dry of my tears.
Used and abused.
And mistaken for my fears.
My eyes have been opened.
But I see nothing real.
In coma right before the end.
The end of all I feel.
Darkened skies of Heaven.
Lead into my Hell.
I find myself alone again.
And alone I shall dwell.
Scars that never go away.
They've become my life.
Nothing perfect can ever stay.
It leaves me cold at night.
Knives are resting in my back.
Does this pain ever end?
Where is all of the happiness?
My dear selfish friend.
Crying out for coma.
A numb that will last.
And a dream made of smiles.
That cover up the past.