7:55

I wanted to tell you I think too much,
That a better mood is a spawn of trust
And a subconscious sleep I never take.

I wanted to tell you a part of me is happy
A part of me is wide awake and right here
Waiting for the grandest fate.

The other part is far away
And not awake at all
Asleep and in a secluded side of hell
Toes to the edge, praying to fall.

Sometimes I can't think straight.
Something makes it harder until the coast
Is glazed with the smoke of the fire ablaze.
I set up myself to burn
Because I have a fetish for pain.

Fetish for pain
Work like a dog
Perhaps you're insane
It's not enough
Life's just tough
Pack up my heart and soul
In glass cases.

Tap the glass
They don't like sound.
They don't like to be touched
They like to be lost and never found.

Shut your mouth
Sometimes I can't stand the bullshit.
I'm the patient one
Notorious for verbal abuse
Swap my side until I'm of use.

I wanted to tell you sometimes I want to bleed.
You'd think it's to feel
But everything's too real
This feels like a fantasy hurricane
The wounds like to breathe.

Sometimes I can't explain the split up the middle
I have to talk to myself for days to solve the stupidest riddle.
Scratch at the skin
What am I in?
A foggy gulf where the spirit guides are offering me coins.

Sometimes I want to tell you.
Sometimes I'm silent so you're dissapointed.
This isn't a show where I talk and they cry.
This is the truth where I wonder
Who the hell would notice if this presence died?