Heal Me

Dear desolation

I wasn't myself for months and nobody noticed

I wasn't myself for years and nobody cared

But when the past isn't dead, is it even the past?

When the past is still alive, how can it ever be forgotten?!

I always thought I'd heal one day

Seems I never did, I never will

Seems we live in the wrong time

For kids with a pure heart

But in the dark times

Will there still be singing?

Or will we just sing then

About the dark times?

Then I talk to myself at night

Another Lorazepam and Coke fight

My mind is begging for sleep

My heart begging for rest, so deep

Am I dying?

"Just a little..."

Is it blissful?

"It's like a dream..."

I want to dream

You won't find healing

At the feet of those who broke you

We won't find healing

As long as we still miss the people

...we once used to be

If I'd had to describe my life

In just eight simple words

Fuck, I'd just say

All I was afraid of happening, it happened

So I chose not to choose life

Seems I chose something else

I've been alive way too long

And dead way longer than that

I woke up tired a few years ago

And never really recovered since

Just like a walk towards death

But with grace in heart and flowers in hands

Just like a walk towards death

But with grace in heart and flowers in hands

"Hurry up, you are dreaming!"

Everything not saved will be lost

"Hurry up, you are retreating!"

Fall into distance, grey upon grey

I woke up tired a few years ago

And never really recovered since

Just like a walk - towards death

Be the void you wanna see in the world