Time after time i find myself split at the end
broken into pieces one thing or another once again
My mind thinks about another controditction..
My body wants to go but im in restriction.
My life cant go on,stuck in a broken dream
stuck in the darkness split down the seam
time after time i find myself in this room
torn between peace and a chaotic doom
I just stand here, my mouth taped shut
coverd in unseen blood…
oops another paper cut
time after time you tell me you’re a friend
now your backs turned,here we go again.