As I look to the sky with blurry sight, I think to myself, you were probably right
have I lost control of my life?
And as Autumn strips the leaves from trees
This season is stripping me
As I look towards this empty field, I ask myself, when will I heal?
Have I lost the ability to feel?
And like the rain falling from the sky
Tears start to fall from my eyes
As I look at my palms battered and bruised, I wonder how I came to lose
Am I just losing my screws?
And with each blow from the cutting wind
My tattooed skin thinned
As I scream out loud naked and raw, I remember how It felt before
knowing I can’t go back anymore
And in this thickening mud I cannot stay
I let my old self turn to clay