Now I'm lost on a road that has no ending

Like a puppet on a string

These voices in my head, deafening

But is it possible to focus?

Surpass this atrophy?

Trapped inside my life not meant for me

Coursing it's way through my veins.



Now it's spreading

It's taking over me

But it wasn't meant to be



I want to hold onto regret

And never let it go

How could I possibly forget?

Or let me feelings show

The closer it gets

The more this disease is slowly becoming apart of me.



Cross, an infection from the start

From the synapse to the heart

Between heaven and hell, wandering

A nervous symptom of my nervous system

A feeling that I barely recognize

How could you tell me you can see it in my eyes?



Well not this time...

Well not this time.



I want to hold onto regret

And never let it go

How could I possibly forget?

Or let me feelings show

The closer it gets

The more this disease is slowly becoming apart of me.