Lines and lines of words,
all completly absurd,
You're not writing a story,
You don't even know what your saying,
You only write to block your thoughts
You see the pictures
You feel the pain
The others, they watch you knowing your games
they hate you for all of the pain
You caused this to save yourself
and now look, your life is a living hell
You write so fast you lose your mind
Suddenly its all back, everything you left behind.
Hope you're happy, all your efforts were worthless
You still feel the pain, you still hurt them.
You're a monster you are, in your own way.
You tore their lives apart to save yourself
Like you let them all drown to save yourself
Well what happens when you come out okay
and everbody else is too hurt to be there today
You did this you know, remember that.
Blame no one else except the one
who sits and writes lines and lines of words
all completly absurd.