I held a blade in my hand last night
Questioned why something so wrong felt so right
I fell asleep with it clutched tightly in the palm of my hand
My head on the pillow where my tears had landed.
Buried my head in the fur of my bear
The feeling of sadness and despair
Fresh as a bullet wound
Waiting for my happiness to come around
But I understood I had to wait
That it would be late
And I jus had to go along
Even if I didnt belong
Knowing tommorow I would have to do this again
Knowing I didnt wanna do this again
I hoped I would've slept forever
Wanting to become one with those under.
I'm just waiting now
Till the day all this is over.
