Im falling....
falling...
falling..
Into a hole thats dug so deep
no sanity down here to keep me calm
falling...
Nobody knows
reaching into darkness
Asking for help is like screaming in a silent movie,no one can hear
breathing in an airless chamber, no relief
singing a song without knowing the lyrics difficult
drinking from a dried up well nothing to quech that thirt thats driving you mad
looking at yourself in a broken mirror,although it reflects how you feel it can never show your true self
asking you for help is all these things and less if possible
memories of happy times are nowhere to comfort me
sadness and misery are always here
inside this lonely mind
im falling
dying with no one to cling to