Mar 13, 2007 10:20
i can't even begin to describe the place my head has been these past years
it's like i've been wanting out, trying to connect to the other side and all i've got is mutes and meaningless gestures
bells and fucking whistles
it's got a hold on me and its dragging me down
nothing makes it better, nothing makes it recede
if i knew what was missing,
or what to cut out of my life,
i might feel better,
but i think the thing that's missing is me