As I hold the pen in my shaky hand
Thoughts plague my broken mind
I think of how much I truly understand
Once again, I think of the time
But how much time do I truly have?
Before I am blessed to leave?
Before I can go and close my eyes and just finally feel like I'm free
And how much time have I wasted?
How many things can I do?
How much light have I actually tasted?
Since this is the truth
I watch the blood fall to the floor
Oh just smile and be happy
There's so much to be grateful for
A lie I create evermore to my face
As I scream and fight from this place
To keep me in line...