Nervous

Everything around you seems to crumble as you take another stumbling step
As you continue to mumble words under your breath,
Of tales of how life is so tough, of how life is so difficult
Sleeves of black wrap around your frail arms
Fresh crimson lines littering beneath them.

You make me so nervous, hearing your voice catch,
You make me feel so nervous, 'cause you claim you don't have much hope left.
You make me nervous, I don't know what to do.
I just want to run and hide away from this pitiful game called life.

I want to go back to the pills,
'cause the pills gives me skills,
I get the skills from the pill,
I get the pills from the skills.

I want to loose myself in something unreal,
I want to loose myself in something so surreal.
I want to marrevel at something that was never really there,
because the reality of life makes me want to cry.
I hope you make it through, because I know I'm stuggling, too.
Everything I've ever knew is slipping away, and I don't want you to.