Dysfunctional. And I open and close.
Stars align and I don't know those.
Pain. I crusaded for you.
And for what? Is that strength about nothing,
Into an abyss of lost love.
Everything's a mess and I am above.
But it keeps dragging down,
I walk around town, I see flowers, people smiling and sun.
But what to do when in thoughts all I want to do is to pull out a gun.
Instead of my embraces, they go nowhere.
I go see places and think of you.
Obsessive. Disgusted of self. I'm on that same shit. On that same shelf.
Body aches, I'm gone. The fuck have I done?
In my thoughts I cut words, cut people off.
I can't stand the blur that I have with relations,
Can't stand fuckin nothing, time tickin, friends together stickin.
And I'm here. Where the fuck do I go?
Useless power plays I show,
And as much as I'd like to stay -
My head's playing Requiem, I'm on my way...
On the sofa I lay and I cry.
Maybe the thoughts of life&death, maybe I thrive.
But what's with that, heck at least I'm alive.
Man... such a storm in myself, it's two fourty five.
And I'm out to breathe, but I want to beat, hell...
If only soft arms could hold me, but - oh no, I dwell.
And I cannot help but to enter this nocturnal cell.
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