I keep staring into the great divide assuming something will pull me out. There’s a hole
inside my soul. It cries out for something more. I keep sinking deeper and deeper down.
It’s ripping me apart
Piece by piece. Into oblivion. Sometimes DEAD is better. Sometimes DEAD is better.
I keep staring into the great divorce assuming wisdom would fix it all. Someone please
grab my hand. I cry out for help once more. Darkness gazing into my blackened eyes.
Someone please grab my hand. I cry out for help once more.
Reaching out for you. Someone grab my hand. Sink into the deep abyss. Losing life.
Never seeing light again.
I keep looking at the sky for relief that isn’t coming. Unfamiliar with the moon that
shines. I keep looking at the sky for relief that isn’t coming. The stars look strange
tonight.