I'm always elevated - high in the air.
How many times can I plummet to
the ground before I learn to stay down?
Close in heart I am too this cold world.
I'm in hell but I'm not alone. I'm the king
of this wilderness, you can tell by the way
I sport that crown on my thrown.
I might call out to you, but I never want to hear
your voice, it might have been my fault you left
but that still was my choice.
I'm bleeding in mind but can no longer feel the pain
because I'm blunted by the sin from which I'm trying
to regain. In the darkness I belong, never try to
reach out to me.
This is the way GOD wanted it to be -
I believe. I can always reminisce on my life, a story
so cold. A vivid impression that my journal can't hold.
Swipe the razor blade and try to stop me from bleeding
The sun beams in my eyes as I begin to bleed out.
Another day gone and the feelings are worse.
Till' death do us part, I was cursed upon my birth.
In this imagination of mine - I see a criminal mind.
Twice this time I should be dead to this earth,
but I'm back and I'm never leaving you again.
