Just save me from my thoughts.
I think them all in vain.
The purpose of this hateful stretch
is to deal with all the pain.
No one can see through
to everything I hide.
No one should have to deal
with what I keep inside.
Maybe all I needed was
just one person to talk to…
But I couldn't open up.
I keep it until I blow,
and this fate…
It drags me down.
One day I won't see anymore,
and I'll wear my funeral crown.
Can you help me?
Just save me from myself.
There's just nothing here…
Nothing that is left…
And the pity I know
you think you feel,
cast it all away…
and turn yourself to steel.
