I look up into the corner of the room
and stare until everything is a blur
That's when I drift into the dark tumb
the place where all the bad thoughts occur

Can't help but to think of the past
and how much of it I wish I could take back
Although I know this "world" wont last
It seems impossible to get my mind on track

Its all very predictable,
each breath and thought I make
All I do is ridicule
I don't know how much more I can take.

It's so much harder "to do" then to say
I can't face this alone anymore
I try so hard to make things go my way,
But I always end up back down on the floor

When I'm in that daze, so much shit is thought
when I come back to reality, I can't remember a thing
All those things I was just thinking, I now have forgot
My mind has a knot in it's linguistic string

Nothing is right, and I have no idea where to start
I feel alone in my world, nowhere to go
So I lock myself in to my place with my art
Let out the biggest sigh ever, and let the pencil flow

The things that flow out, are all my thoughts
the ones I know nothing about
all the ones that I had forgot
They are all released when I let that sigh out

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