I watch myself walking out the door,
I cry over myself on the floor.
I can see myself killing me slow,
and I can tell you allot more than ill ever know.
But I can not save myself,
I just watch me die from aside the shelf.
and it's not like I never did try,
but as I watched me from the sky,
I wondered If when I dream,
I could be happier than I seem.
And things could be bright once again,
but I doubt It would be the same as back then.
I still watch myself do all these painful things,
like a puppetier I wish I could control the strings.
But I cannot control my mind,
to bad there is not a switch I could find.
That could stop me from killing me,
I guess this mistake was ment to be...