Reflections of my pain

My pain is coming
and it's here to stay
it cuts out my heart
Until its blue and gray
Please, Please
stay the hell out of my way
Im sick and diseased
I cannot laugh or play
One day, two day
three and four
I just cant take take this anymore
paper and pencil
needle and thread
I'm to heavy to carry
My heart is full of lead
cushion and blanket
a cold, hard bed
thanks to the world
now I am dead