Tired of being lost in skin,
a lifetime together and I still can't seem to make it fit.
My brain can process but this body won't react.
It's as if the world has fallen on my deaf ears.
I've counted how many times the sun has mades its way across the sky,
i'm still, all I can do is watch.
I'm tired of weathering this demon within.
I'd rather see red than have the calm of a thousand storms.
I'm itchy in this numb skin, too tired to tear through it.
It's begin to fester and I can't breathe.
i feel this skin begin to rip.
quickly i stitch...
i'm lost in this skin...
I'll have to make it fit.
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