My life is just another strand of the same old disease
Pushing me around, repeating, cutting me down at the knees
What I wouldn't give to feel a summer breeze
Instead of living in the past, in the screenshots where I breathe
Oh what I wouldn't give to feel a heart beat in my chest
And know there's something out there waiting for me
That there's something left
To find..
Other than the crumpled corners, pictures and the crime scene doors
In the prison of my mind.
These voices up inside my mind are savage and cutthroat
I'm spending days stuck in a maze with post it notes I wrote
I'm not a fairytale, no one is coming to save me
I'll have to pull myself together if I wish to be free
Oh what I wouldn't give to feel a heart beat in my chest
And know there's something out there waiting for me
That there's something left
To find..
Other than the crumpled corners, pictures and the crime scene doors
In the prison of my mind.
In the prison of my mind.
In the prison of my-
Crumpled corners.
Hide your daughters!
Kids are vicious when they're bored and-
I don't know what you just said.
Maybe I'd be better off dead?
Fulfill all those little wishes.
God sakes child, wash the dishes!
Why did you leave the washing out?!
Maybe I'm just a useless clout?
Writing writing, check a rhyme-
Oh shit is today the deadline?!
Round and round in circles all the time!
In the prison of my mind.
