Everyday I strive for speed,
and everyday I neglect what I need.
Who needs energy when you resist the urge to feed?
I am constantly in agony, pushing my happy place into the endless Void.
I can feel my drive come to a slow crawl, and my patience with his soul wears thin;
just like the bones under my skin.
I crave, I obsess, I adore self-destruction.
Can anyone see that I'm suffering?
Everyday I keep praying for the removal of your obstruction.
I guess they just don't care that I'm pulling out my hair.
Why would they?
I'm a waste of time and attention.
Why would they show me affection?
Or maybe that's a comforting lie I perpetuate.
Please, please, please just don't make me wait!
It might just be too late...
I need you now more than ever to say something kind.
Please, please... save me from my mind.
