My brain is a mess
And I'm kinda messed up anyway
I want to think less
Nothing ease the pain so I want to pray
Excentrycity is my way to spice up my days
Cause believe me they're fade
I've been trying so many ways
But anyway inside i'm already dead
I don't cut m'y veins as other do
But let's be honest I wanted to
I think deep inside we're all nuts
But the simple fact of living hurts
If when i'm alive you're not worried enough to care
If I die my motivation will you analyse ?
Waiting for the answer those"i'm ok" are lies
I'm not even hiding my pain
Not either bottling up any feeling
You are unable to see a flooding rain
You catch me crying
but decided to ignore it anyway
While it was all on sight on a tray
As if you knew but wasn't worried about it
Not enough important for you I guess...
But when you suffer you hide behind a crew and make a mess
I only have my sob and piano to fill my recovery kit
