Losing grip on reality 
Please don't get close to me 
I've tried before  [bad word] up short 
and now I'm hurt 
You give me life in certain death 
But why bother wasting my breath 
My hands are clasped, my voice gone rasp 
I'm tired of screaming 

What do you know about pain? 
The only person is myself to blame  [bad word] up short 
and now I'm dying 
What do you know about death? 
That sinking feeling that there's nothing left  [bad word] up short 
and now I'm dying 

Believe me 
Believe me 
This isn't a place you ever want to be 
My mind is not for the 
Faint of heart 
What if it's all a game? 
All a [bad word] test? 
I over think the simple 
and I'm too damned depressed 
If I could change all of this 
Lord, I'd separate myself 
From everyone else 
To save my mental health 

My tattered mind matched my tattered clothing 
So leave me to the buzzards of self-loathing 
I [bad word] with the light of day 
wish I could pick myself up to say 

God save me 
So I can see the light