It's there in your mind
You've known for some time
You wish you were blind
It fights you all day
You beg for it to go away
You know that it'll stay
It brings nothing but pain
Fear, terror fills your veins
You see only a haze
When will all this be over
The visions are all I see
They seem to look back at me
And scream until I bleed or cry or die or find a place to go
Everything is going dark
Like a walk through a park of trees made of leaves
Filled by sad memories of the people who've lived and who've loved
Only to end up in darkness
Why can't I cleanse the parts of me that
Control my being, that decide who I am
That choose my mood, how I act, how I sound,
Why I scream, why I cry, why I choose not to die
Why I lie to the people I know I love
Or make the decisions I know will f*ck them
Over and over and over again
Like I don't feel the banging from inside my head
Why does it hurt to listen to myself
It shouldn't hurt to break out of my cell
Somehow I know that I have never felt
What it's like to feel like you're truly in hell
Why does it hurt to listen to myself
It shouldn't hurt to break out of this cell
Somehow I know that I have never felt
What it's like to feel like you've ended up in hell