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Hysteria
The streets are calling my name, I try to turn away
This bottle is taunting me, determined to bring the shame.
My hand runs down my face, nails dragging and leaving marks
I can't find myself through the thickness of the dark.
I don't want to hear the words everybodies been saying
I've had so much of this lately, this diabolical heartache.
I try to handle it well, but once again, I do something stupid
The choices I make have no honor, I no longer have anything to prove.
My finger tips run over the scars, each person I love has left one
Somehow, I'm stuck within this fog. I still can't even see the sun ---
I want nothing more then to trust, maybe for once, try to love,
But, nothing's worth the fight... and I've pretty much given up.
The screaming, the abuse... I no longer know what the hell to do
If I run, I leave behind everything. I can't even fucking move.
If I stay here, try to deal... I'll lose any sanity I have left
I can't help but cry, sometimes. Any miracles would be a godsent.
Maybe I'll ask God nicer, ask for the tinest shred of light
Just so I know I have the will to carry on in this fucking life.
Violently wipping my eyes, I can't stand the way I live anymore
Like a hysteria thats struck the earth, I'm just as lost as before.
