Confuse My Meaning.

Can you trace this anger back to a point where I was sane,
Or am I too far gone to even recall past circumstances?
All this scenario is is just a vague and quiet pain,
But, let me paint that subtle misery across some lengthy stanzas.
For no matter how I try, I have notions in my brain
That maybe your words mean more than these painful verbal dances.

Perhaps I am crazy, and if I am then don't indulge,
But my heartbeat seems softer with every weaking pulse.
Do my hands look pale, is my breathing slowed, am I losing touch?
Please just don't come near me, your stare may be too much.
I can feel my senses failing; as we speak i'm losing sight.
Maybe casually avoid me in the wake of our next fight?
'Cuz why you had to stride up to me is as good as anyone's guess;
That action only served to complicate an already collapsed mess.

Releave me of my consciousness, resign me to this bed...
Anything would be better than spending my days with you.
(I'd give everything just to smash open your head.
I know these words hurt, it's what they were meant to do.)

Confuse my meaning, that's alright, in the end I'll be wrong;
Just like you always said, just like all my songs.