Psycopathic

These words can't contain my solitude, as im reaching out and getting nothing. Just feeds the void of emptiness, that's slowly consuming every part of me. But I guess thats what you get after years of isolation, no one to turn to but me. Slowly wandering closer to the edge of sanity, or what I once considered it to be. No one to turn to, and no escape from what we consider real. Fading faster, running towards what feels like oblivion. Reaching out for something  only to realize that I truly have nothing. Nothing more than what i've created, but somehow also carving it deeper. Into what I once thought was salvation, turns out to be nothing mor

If you wanna know why im broken, its pretty plain to see. Nothing is hidden, but its etched inside of me Its a life full of regret,Its a lifetime of mistakes. Misery seeps its way into everything With only a memory of a happy time, fading away with every tick of the clock. I could of been so great, I could of done it all But life takes a toll, and sometimes you just cant pay. So your life is forever in debt, keeps moving foward when you are still stuck in the same place Stuck to watch everyone pass you by, and all you can do is wave to them goodbye.

Pretty Girl Hey  my Pretty Girl, I don't know where we went wrong, And I'm not quite sure if we can make this right. But baby maybe, just maybe if you just come back Then maybe we can just talk things through, I know we lost so much, but your my pretty girl, And all I need is you. And we can sing our song and play our tune, Dance along this melting ice, And maybe we can misconstrew Everything that we've been through Before we go crashing threw, Or maybe we'll just fall into the blue. But baby, just come back, Just come back, And talk to me, Because we lost so much, but I just need your touch. Some things I can't

When I am looking back, and thinking back. To what I used to be, I can't help but think, Of what it is I came to be. But we all had dreams, we all had hopes, That we could accomplish one day, But reality comes to play, and we watch them get riped away. So who are you, and who are we, And who is me. When everything i wanted to be, Is no longer here with me. Dreams of love, Hopes of friendship, Feelings of confusion, And tears of sorrow. The price we must pay. But maybe one day, Maybe one day. Everything just seems so strange, When looking back, when thinking back, I finally understand, I finally see. What it is I used to

Finding Home When life is pointless, and life is broken, Where do you go, where do you turn, To get off this road of broken hope. To find your way home. When your just a lonely soul, With nothing to keep you here, Falling back into the oblivion of love, Waiting for death, To embrace us once we've begun Because Our fate is never clear, And we hope to god we care, But scars don't seem to fade, As marks we've left so clear. Because in the dark it's not so clear. When your falling into the dark and nothings here to see But everythings left behind, crawling Away from you. And everythings so empty, Just the voidless pointless spa

Finding Home When life is pointless, and life is broken, Where do you go, where do you turn, To get off this road of broken hope. To find your way home. When your just a lonely soul, With nothing to keep you here, Falling back into the oblivion of love, Waiting for death, To embrace us once weve begun Because Our fate is never clear, And we hope to god we care, But scars don't end to fade, As marks we've left so clear. Because in the dark it's not so clear. When your falling into the dark and nothings here to see But everythings left behind, crawling Away from you. And everythings so empty, Just the voidless pointless space

Ghost Quiet, silence Can you here the things I hear. Stand still, watch close Do you see the things I see. What's that over there, Is it an image, A reflection of me? Beating,   faster,   hearts racing to disaster Ticking,   slowly,   times waisting away. Breathing,  thinking,  whats happening to me. Falling, downward, creating my disaster. Looking, backwards, waisting on the past. Dizzy, spinning, what the fucks happened to me. Can you hear? Do you see? Is that me? Everythings so close Everythings so close Everythings so close To what I wish I could be. What's that, right there? A pictre of me. Hanging from my, bedroom