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I wanna melt

I wanna burn

Guess it would be easier to die.

I wanna forget

I wanna be done

Guess I wanna bury you outta my life.



When I take steps forward

I end up going back

Until I'm right where I started from

Yet again.

I thought it was over

But it never seems to be complete.



I have become your mess

And I can't figure out how to be cleaned up.

I have become exhausted

Of crying tears and pushing back emotions.

I don't wanna feel anymore.



I wish I didn't have a heart

That feel in love so deeply,

I wish I had a soul

That didn't trust so easily.

Now it's one minute it's you

And the next, now him.



My mind isn't clear

My heart is still broken

I'm afraid to let go even though

I'm holding on to nothing.

I guess I'm living in the mind of a psycho.