If I’ve lost my mind forever then who’s knocking on my door?
Who’s banging on my window? Who’s pacing on the floor?
If my mind is truly broken then who turned off all the lights?
Was it those who took my soul back? Did they steal it in the night?
If I’ve really gone insane then why does everything make sense?
Now I make my own decisions, now I’ve left that crooked fence.
Did you hear my whistle blowing? Did you come to save my soul?
Can I count on you to take me from this dark and desolate hole?
Will you be here in the morning, with a guiding light?
Can you answer all my questions? Can you help me in this fight?
Will I be lost forever? Will I ever find my way?
If no’s the only answer then you make no mistake,
That I will end this all forever, I will call the final shot
I’ll have my finger on the trigger, I’ll be the face you all forgot.
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People can surprise you and I can see your broken lips
I can feel the tension in your heart and your stone-cold fingertips
Your dead face looks into the lonely, dark abyss
I know because I’ve been there, it’s a place that I don’t miss
Can you look beyond the emptiness that surrounds you everyday?
Can you save your soul forever or will you let it slip away?
I can’t give you any answers, though they’re etched into my skin
I can’t be the one who saves you from the mess that you are in
You say it’s all or nothing, there’s no trusted in between
Just constant fluctuations that tear us at the seams
Can you look beyond your worries and try to rectify
All the pain, the sorrow, the tragedy, that you feel is in your life?
Can you be the kind of person who holds their head up high?
Who faces every trouble with a light behind their eyes?
Your mind is checking out with no chance to renew
You either save your soul forever or admit you chose to lose
I won’t be the one to save you from this slow and blue demise
I’ve been here before already, I won’t sacrifice more time
Trying to fix something that’s broken that won’t admit it’s faults
Trying to end this all forever, trying to bring it to a halt
I will not spend my life on yours when you will not help yourself
You can rot inside that broken mind collecting dust upon a shelf.
© Ceri Fraser – NinetyNineBPM – 2010
