I need stitches to hold in the pain
To block out the memories again and again
Hold me together; I'm falling apart
Numb out my brain, duct tape my heart
We're supposed to roll with the punches
But guess what that crunch is
It's the sound of your heart re-breaking
It's the sound of you mistaking
An open wound for a case closed
Mistaking with and opposed
Mistaking nightmares for good dreams
Mistaking lovely words and silent screams
Try to sleep and get some rest
Underground, where it's done best
The silence will put you right to sleep
The lack of air will make you weep
The darkness will envelope you
And the lonliness will too
But soon comes the sweet relief of death
As you breathe your final breath