Why? Here's Why.

Let me burn this book
Let me lose the key
Let me see the morphine
destroy what's left of me

Tripped on the music
Tripped on real life
Tripped on the bare truth
Sliced like a knife

Walking like a zombie
Walking like a child
Walking like a broken spirit
meek, bloodied and mild

Never going home
Never getting out
Never seeing light again
because I can not shout