One word, three words, six. As many as you say, as many as you think, they'll breathe their own meaning and nothing will be the same. There's no way out, dying, forgetting, losing.

(because you know you're killing me within)

How many times can you break me until it's enough for you?

(with all your weapons darling, it's ohsoeasy to imagine)

Live. Breathe. Live. Live. Death and decay surrounds us because we don't know what to do. Let's pretend for a minute we never died inside, and that we actually knew the souls that lived within. How long would it take until we came to this? Can you guess? I'm patient as always. Losing my mind, losing my mind, losing my mind...

(the answer's nevereverever so let's keep pretending)

Let's dream longer for a moment or two. Screaming's lost in the tide and I can't swim in this... it hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Keep going, keep dreaming, but just know I'm falling behind.

(it's only a dream; it's only a dream)

Warping reality's a fix for us, because that's all we know how to do now. But when I want to risk a step I KNOW you will not follow. I snap, I scream, I fight, but it's a losing battle because you never heard a sound.

(so-my-fury-will-be-the-death-of-us-all)

Fake it. Pretend it. Imagine it. Blood and gore surrounds us but we can hardly see because our fear is right there. It's mocking me, and all I can do is run. Away from the drug, because I don't want it there. I'm tired of dying and I'm tired of praying.

(can you hear one last word?)

You don't hear me anymore. I'm a mockery of hell, someone without hope or faith or wisdom. Don'tbreathedon'tbreathedon'tbreathe...

(how can angels exist when the only one i wanted was taken away)

See the red now? See the crimson now? Open your eyes; open them, open them...

LOOK AT ME!

Do you see me now? Not the superficiality, not the person you made up in your head, not the person you pretended to love, but do you see me?

(i'm dying)

Don't fix me. You'll break me apart. Don't cure me. The disease will spread. Lose me, forget me, kill me, but I'm the pest you can't get rid of. But don't worry darling, insanity is brief and you won't know what to do with me.

(becausenooneeverdoes)

Catharsis:

1 : purgation

2 a : purification or purgation of the emotions (as pity and fear) primarily through art b : a purification or purgation that brings about spiritual renewal or release from tension

3 : elimination of a complex by bringing it to consciousness and affording it expression

(i want it back)