It's like looking through the barrel of a gun
Running through my life like it's a problem.
Like the soul that I'm given
Is just a shackle to be ridden

The dreams that run in my sleep.

I who can't handle my thoughts
The ones that make your brain rot
They choose what stays
The sickness decays what wants to remain

The anger stays with me

I am a villain, well known to feel hate
I've met you through my eyes.
So, while you manipulate the situation.
Make me feel weak for a different opinion.

Try to turn me to a shell
So you could try to sell
Me off for drugs and friends.
Do you think I could pretend?

I don't want something different
It's just another decision
To bring up that trauma
But it won't change a thing
Because I severed that string.

It's like another obsession
To quicken the progression.

Anxiety, making it harder to breathe
Like it's another version of me.
I can't see what's inside.
Let me be in peace.

I'm bawling my eyes out in the bed while you sleep.
Like the sound of my tears is another rhythm.
While I wither away.
How could I stay?

When we're all lost
It comes at a cost.

You'd think it'd be better
But the past follows you.
Writing you letters to your brain
Reminding you of that day
When everything crumbled.

When life meant nothing.
Like it was hard to breathe.

But then the gears stop.

I can't process it
It's hard to sit
To let my mind rest.
But it's for the best.

I'm just the husk of my past.
It's like looking through a screen.
To know that there's something in my brain.
The one that decays.
With the thoughts that linger in my dreams.

~Crow.