How can you tell my feelings with just a look
Through my eyes, and down into my soul.
Is it me, or am I losing control
Of my thoughts, feelings, dreams.
It's all torn out right at the seams
Of my sanity.
Yet it takes me away from all of the calamity.
It slices through me like a knife.
It is this that pains me so,
Yet you were always there to help make it go.
For this, my life is yours to live.
I only wish there was more I could give.
And I still hope, that maybe someday,
I will possess the magic to make it all go away.
For: Michael Massey