I’m overloaded
With thoughts I’ve often ought to chase away
I’ve lost control of it
And decided to go astray
My pieces keep breaking and falling out of place
But I’m running low on super glue and tape
I find it strange that when people look at me I smile and say “Hey!”
But I guess I’ve gotten good at this role I play
Everything moves so fast, but time stands so still
If I say that I’ll learn to trust you it doesn’t mean that I will
I’m already falling for things that I know could kill
But my vision blurs and I ignore the fact that I’ve done this to myself
And the voices scream “welcome to hell”
“I promise that you’ll find this place just swell”
There’s no second chances or day dreamed romances
No time for laughing
Imagining a life where it’s okay
Where Im okay
Welcome to hell