The tales I spill from the way I feel
Only transpire into nothingness that aches my heart and calls forth unimaginable internal pain
Not within my frame, but within my brain
It haunts me as I espy my escape, escape from myself who I can only hate
I know it's been coming for quite some time
But now there's reassurance in my mind
And now I live with the never ending pain to move on and resurrect my name
Please help me, I'm living
So help me to not give in
I felt the moment coming so fast
For I lack happiness
Hoping for return of my desirable past
The tales you spill
For they make me ill
When you conspire, it's only hatefulness and dark desire
It's only unfathomable and never sane
It's always the same, day after day
It haunts me as I espy my escape
Escape from myself who I will always hate
So now I lay, broken and twisted
Upon this bed of doubt, which I've now accepted
It's grown cold, it's dark and it's weary
A place of no comfort, but will always greet me
This hell of mine, not fiery, not sinful
Only lonely, dark and forgetful
This hell of mine, not fiery, not sinful
Only lonely, dark and forgetful
Please help me
I'm living
So help me to not give in
This doubtfulness will drag me down, so help me before I'm not around
This doubtfulness will drag me down so help me before I'm not around
It haunts me as I espy my escape