Album Name : ...poor, Nasty, Brutish & Short
Release Date : 2002-06-22
Song Duration : 2:45
Nothingnew Sullen
another cry for help, in a letter to myself, send it off with no address, there's no one left to tell. i play with my tv, he helps me not to think, blurry screen through glassy eyes, reflecting empty scenes. i can't feel, curled up on the floor, the knocking at the door, the pounding in my head, it makes me wish you all were dead. 14 i blamed no one but you, bore the weight and carried me right through, miles of helplessness, and fears i can't address. the more i lose my mind, the easier to hide, accept the sadness, close the blinds, shut out beams of light. till there's nothing to see ahead, i wreck the dreams i've had, to make the fade-out easier so no one knows i've left.
then i hate, that i can see the end, can't stop the blood i've bled, pounding louder in my head, and i wish you all were dead? know, i ran down the hall, screamed at the wall, i yelled your name, over, over over again, till i could not speak, gasp the air to breathe, my last thoughts of you, moments of truth just one more plea, please hear me please, don't want to go and leave you alone.