*UNDER CONSTRUCTION*

THIS IS STILL BEING WRITTEN, I WANT IT TO BE RIGHT

It was dark outside when I stepped out the door, didn't really know what for b-

-ut my blood was hot as I laced up my shoes, like I'd had bad news

BUT NOTHING EVER HAPPENS.

NOTHING TRIGGERS THE MADNESS.

I walked alone along a tarmac floor, never minding rain that pours a-

-nd thought about the life I chose to lead, wondering if I'll get freed

AND ALL THE ROADS WERE EMPTY.

NO PEOPLE HERE TO TEMPT ME.

It's strange to think that Fathers' Day exists, an event I've always missed a-

-nd it's odd to think that you exist at all, my back laid against the wall

AND I CAN FEEL IT COMING.

PSYCHOTIC BLOOD IS PUMPING.

WHY THE F**K DID THEY LEAVE ME HERE ALONE? WHAT'VE I DONE? PERHAPS I AM THE ONE WHO MADE THEM GO; I'LL NEVER KNOW BUT IT TWISTS ME UP INSIDE, NOT KNOWING WHY

IT TWISTS ME UP INSIDE, LOST MY TRIBE

MY INSIDES ARE F*****G twisted up, GIVE ME LOVE

MY HEART HAS GAPING HOLES TO PLUG - give me love

I'm stumbling but will not stop to rest, I think that walking is best wh-

-en I'm filled with thoughts I know I cannot solve, misery is taking hold

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP IT.

LIKE STUPID CLOCK TICK-TOCKING.