It's mad just how long things will take.
But time is only what we make of it. Wish I could
take from it. And play with it.
The clarity I once could hear.
I swear it's gone, oh just a-
nother year of this will make me go...
As I call into the air with this
voiceless voice I
know I'm doubling
problems.
Wishing too much is the
cause of further
holes. Breeding the
numbers.
Appearing so cold,
highlit in bold. It's
not really what
I wished for. But
now I'm stacked up with all these things that
I, I could care less for.
Walk alone my bleeding only
dreams as they fall apart from the seams. I'm
lost in long fading days I know I've
passed by so many times that I can't
stay. I've felt this all before. And
still continuing so don't get me
wrong. In the eyes of someone
normal I can see so plainly. But
through these eyes and my broken
down lost brain all I can feel is this
aching. Like flickers in the
light i see, I try to shift this
mist away. And
now I'm overflowing with these
things I should care more for.
It's taking far too long.
Feel like I'm bein strung along to hell.
I know of all I need.
Why can't that thought dodge what's stopping me.
I'm bored as hell in here.
Someone come and take me far away.
I'm bored and so are you.
Puts together sense you know this well.
