Sit cross legged on cold cold floor
Back pressed tight against the door
I check a response every 5 minutes
Question life and my lack of limits
Wouldn\'t it be best if I let you go?
So you wouldn\'t be affected while I\'m at my low.
I\'m sure there are other people out there like you
I\'m sure I could certainly fine someone new
But what\'s the point when we\'ll both get hurt
Ripping off petals, throw them in the dirt
I feel like I\'m blind, I cannot see
I can\'t seem the find the purer me
And now I wait until I find someone else
Someone to save, someone to help
And to you reading this now
I\'m sorry, I mean it. I didn\'t know how
To stop, how to control myself
Help. Help. Help. Help.