Sprinting through the wooded never endings
running so hard the leaves tattoo my ivory skin
things are so problematic and the harder I scratch
the more the itch builds, avalanches toppling on top of me
Suffocating slowly and surely

Digging and searching and praying for anything
December seasons taking over my emotions
And I just hate the fact that one second
Your floating above the Milky Way in a hot air balloon
and then we all burst into flames

Reading eyes that show the world what acting hides
Screaming the story no one really wants to here
Reminds me of little girls sitting at home tickling themselves
because no one loves them enough to make them laugh
Hug that teddy bear a little closer

Pictures fading, repressing happy memories
Smiles and laughs are like a snake bite to me
Venom washing over me in a laundry cycle
Pain and Numb in cycles, cycles, cycles, cycles
Insane Asylums look like heaven in comparison

Bonds of trust woven deeper than tree roots
Shatter, Ripped, Decayed, Dying, Dead
Betrayal and heartbreak smashed into one apocalypse
Safe enought to commit me to a psyciatric ward
No wonder I heard a crash, my world fell around me.