I don't know who I am. Broken and shallow, hollow with value.
Mind's breaking, my heart's shattered, my feelings? It doesn't matter...
I cry tonight for the eighth time, sleep brings in the fear, being awake leads me here
I'm a poet fair to say, from even of Sunday until my sight goes grey
I loved her with all faith, she turned her back on me to walk away
Now I'm nothing and she's so high, she doesn't see how she makes me cry
I wanna say I hate you, I hate you so much you whore...
But every time I try I'm silenced by my internal war, screaming its me, its me
When in reality its her, she's like my addiction, but its really just inside my head
I don't want her, I hate her...I wish she'd go away, but my doctors always say...
My Psychosm... It's here to stay.