I'm pretty fucked up in the head
its a temporary thing that happens every once and again
I'm feeling the need to let go and scream
and tell you know how badly you'll be missed
I'm sorry to say, I've tried hard to fight,
but it seems I'm just too damn weak
where are you when I need some light
I'm tired of getting blown away
and this flicking knife is looking really nice
this heart has caused me a lot more grief
it never really gave me much of a life