Lying in bed with a wish to be dead
I am trapped in these bars in my own little head
Locked up with failure and pinned down with weight
Looking around me and seeing to late
The thing that most mattered have slipped through the crack
I do all I can but there is no heading back
Sooner or later the result is the same
I fail and I fail and I fail screams my brain
My heart is a mess and tries to hold on
It is wrapping the fragments and building a song
A song with such longing and desire and pain
To trap and pacify this messed up brain
It isn\'t enough though, I\'m breaking apart
Each little hand will assist my weak heart
Try to hold onto and clasp for the things
That keep it still beating, keep it here with their strings
I am so tired of fighting, so tired of it all
If the strings would be cut then all things will fall....