the anatomy of my brain.

Four white walls are around me

and sit there feeling death surrounding.

I can't escape this morbid sense of hate.

Oh God, please someone help me change my fate.

What am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to say?

Who's gonna help me through,

help me make all this pain go away?

The voices inside of my head keep screaming no,

to give up and let it all go;

but your face appears almost like magic

and it reminds me that my life's not that tragic.

What am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to say?

Are you gonna help me through,

and make all this pain go away?

While my reality is slowly alternating

to make room for the one my brain is creating,

I am reminded of the days long gone

when we stayed up till way past dawn.

What am I supposed to do?

What are you gonna to say?

Are you gonna help me through,

and make all this pain go away?

These walls run with red and black,

signaling me to never look back.

So I guess its here I'll stay;

in my own world, far, far away.

What are you gonna to do?

What are you gonna say?

Are you gonna help me through,

and make all this pain go away?

My guess is not, but please don't worry.

I'll get out, but I'm in no hurry.

I like this world my head created.

I knew I'd be happy, it was just belated.