Just stop
I JUST WANT A PLACE TO CRY ALONE
AND THE ROOF IS TO COLD TO CALL
MY TEMEMPERY HOME.
I HAVE NO WHERE
JUST LIKE I’VE ALWAYS HAD
RIGHT BACK AT THE START
ONLY THIS TIME I GOT
NO WHERE TO RUN AND CRY
A PLACE WHERE IT’S OKAY
IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU WANNA DIE.
A PLACE TO RELEASE THE TORMENT
AND THE PASSING PAIN.
A PLACE TO GIVE YOU SHELTER
FROM THE WINTERS RAIN.
SO THIS PEN REPLACES THE TEARS
AS THE PAPER LISTENS TO ALL THE FEARS
I’VE FELT FOR SO MANY YEARS.
MY EYE’S HURT SO MUCH
CAUSE MY SOUL’S READY TO CRY
BUT MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THE PAIN.
SO INSTEAD MY EYES REMAIN DRY
CAUSE I’D REATHER FEEL THE PAIN
THEN SOMEONE SEE ME CRY.
FEELS LIKE THE SCARES HE LEFT ARE OPENING FOR
THE FIRST TIME AND I CAN’T STOP THE BLEEDING
AND I DON’T KNOW IF I WANT TO.
I WISH I COULD JUST KEEP BLEEDING TILL
THERE ISN’T ANY BLOOD LEFT TILL I’M GONE
OR TILL I’M NUMB AND DON’T FEEL ANYTHING AGAIN.
THE PAIN HE LEFT JUST FEELS SO RAW
IT’S THE FIRST TIME I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE
TO STOP THE PAIN AND LOCK THEM AWAY.
I CAN’T STOP THE PAIN AND IT HURTS SO MUCH
WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO
WHEN MY THOUGHTS KEEP COMING
BACK TO YOU?