split

well i've found in my search for clarity

that nothing i've lost belongs to me

i'll never take the fall or crawl on my knees

for this dread i won't let consume my dreams

will we ever find the art in the atrophy?

shame painted on the walls

etched in the stone

cold face of me dying alone

there is nothing worth the wait

for peace

i'm always counting

every second i don't break

do you even care?

i'm split in my head

i'm torn between the things i know

and the ways i cope

i'm sinking again

with the thought you need to grow

but you know you won't

in and out

playing tricks on my shadow self

you said that i can't be a quitter

spilling lies under the guise of getting better

yeah

i'm getting better