The mental ward.Sitting in the waiting room.My arms crossed,Staring at the floor,Trying to block out the sounds,Trying to ignore everyone and everything.Picture black and white....Just black and white.Sitting in the waiting room.Watching all my fellow patients go by without a word.Seeing the sadness in their eyes.So lifeless.Lost.Sitting in the waiting room.Thinking:I am here because there is something wrong with meYet I feel that there is only problems and flaws within the others.No, I do not feel.I know.[Yes, I do..Don't tell me that..You haven't been where I have been.Fuck your god.]Sitting in the waiting room.My stomach in knots.I want to go home.I want my drugs.I want my music.Sitting in the waiting room.So lifeless.I don't belong here.I don't belong anywhere but my comfort zone.My haven.My drugs.[Getting impatient.]Sitting in the waiting room.That bright, heavy woman appears.Smiles.Fake smiles.Fake words.Fake.She is so kind and understanding.Almost too un
Over and Over..And if only the world would stopStop just once,Stop before I crumble, weeping,Everything would be alright.You are my only one;You are the only one for meAnd you don't know how much I love you..It could only be described in tears..?And because of you,I dread the word goodbye.When we're togetherI'm lost in my love for youIndescribable..Unconditional.After you're goneI'm lost in myself again..Alone again,Numb again.