I don't beleive I'm capable of love,i don't beleive I'm able to love without hurting you.
I will hang from above,dangling just enough to put my shoes into your view.
I don't beleive i can't go five secondswithout holding hands with my doom.
Because i reject Sanity, in my mind there is no room.
I beleive I'm going crazy, or I've just started listening to It..
I've opened my ears, and opened my wrists.
I peeked through the crack below, saw his shoes pacing to and fro.
and as my rage explored the depths my mind, i felt my own bones,
but my soul lost purpose, when I saw those shoes were my own.
and now I'm sitting here in the dark of my closet,
Afraid of the dark and all it's inhabitants,
what i saw i wish i forgot it,
But this razor is the closest I've gotten to a visit.