I am lost inside, no were to go,
this nagging feeling of pain is coming from my head,
I feel like I’m gonna fall from my feet, and with me will go everyone else
I am holding up so much, or at least that’s how I feel,
no one out there knows how I feel on the inside, or at least I don’t think they do
I need time to figure it all out, every path I can see brings pain unto those close to me,
those I love, those for whom I care, whenever I ask for some time, its seems they all Despair,
I don’t ask for much, and yet I give it all, and yet when I ask for myself, the order seems to tall
I don’t even know if I know who I am, I am bent to there ways, yet it is the path I want,
I want to help and heal, yet I don’t want to have to handle it all,
not when they don’t listen, not when they don’t care,
not when my tattered body lays here dry and bare
my bones nice and bleached, my flesh picked by crows, they squabble for bits of me, they fight to and fro
I tried to hold my ground, and every time I fell, but once I found my footing, and I let out the greatest yell
"I love myself, I really do"
for long I stood that ground, not needing any care, but like before I said, I now lye here dry and bare,
my eyes still in there place, some skin left on my face, my hand still seems to work, yet my back still holds the dirk.
I held that ground, I really did, I know it was not meant, and I care not who did the deed,
because my body lies here dying, no longer will I bleed,
I have many reasons to go on, and all of you are them, to bad I cant count myself among one of them
I don’t know what to do, and maybe I never will, these words I am trying to speak, will soon become my cell
I weave it very tightly, I weave it very well, and yet I made a simple key, for my simple cell
inside it I now thrive, happy to be alone, yet all come pounding down, down upon my home
why cant I think in peace about myself, I always think of you, and when I need my time to come, you make me think of you
I cannot sit here knowing, that I am the cause of more pain, I have enough work to do, I cannot make any more,
so I claw my way out, I go to your plea’s, of help me kind sir, a moment of your time please? It seems as though my life is set upon this silly track, I would try to escape, but I lead it all, I cannot bring it down,
I worry to much for you all, I really want to be free, and yet all of you follow, all of you follow me.
if I could let you go, and travel this track alone I would, for then I would only have myself to worry for,
yet I cannot, I have tried, and in return you all cried
"what did we do wrong, what action did displease" you see my little children I do not want these plea’s
I am not leaving you to hurt you, nor cause you any pain,
you see my little children, from that I would not gain,
I wish to set you free from me, to never hurt again,
for as one man I would not have to worry, worry for you again,
I could go forth into my life, no worried but myself, that life would be death for me, living by myself
yet for it I wish, for one reason see, that simple reason is, for time, time for me.