I need to get out of the fire,
and jump into the water.
I need to learn to cool,
instead of boil.
I need to talk to the glass,
instead of it's cracks.
I try to fight it,
but i can't.
It's got the better part of me.
When i say something is not true,
I'm really trying to convince myself more then you.
You know it will end in regret but still you proceed,
as I watch you, my eyes bleed.
With the ignorance in the mind of a dysfunctional child.
She rides her razor one last time,
her soul, she cannot bind in time.
She's confused.
She's screwed up.
And she's in purgatory,
Never to be free again.