Behind Closed Doors

I want nothing more than to fill the hole inside my heart
Or else in my head, shoot me dead
Because the pain never leaves
I want to lie with the deceased
And rid my self of all these thoughts that circle me
But then again
In the end
That’s what brought me here initially
One man, two souls
He leads, I follow
One man, two souls
He leads, I follow
I’m left to deal
With wounds that won’t heal
And only I know
The way the blood flows inside my veins
Could this be my last night
Amongst the pains of sight?
There’s the man that you see with the innocent face
Then there’s the man that I feel
Who’s made a mess of the place
My place, my home
Where I’m left to be alone
It’s the last thing I had to myself
Now his hands plaster my bones
Theres a stench in my soul
As my gut rots
This lack of faith in control
Nothing makes sense
My heads in my hands
There are fractures and dents
And I don’t know which wall to throw it against
The ones who can’t think or breathe
Will make the best of company
A family who would want the same for me
A bed of wooden sheets
Drill into my brain
Please just this once treat me like you would the mentally insane
Strap me down, fix me, fix me
Make me believe
That I’m one step closer to sanity
One step closer to finally getting my closure
The ones who can’t think or breathe
Will make the best of company
A family who would want the same for me
A bed of wooden sheets
A bed of wooden sheets