The psychotic  

You and I were nothing but paper airplanes
destined to be burned in the flames of your shame
I walked the lines of the tight ropers life
my soul was nothing ever though
fading with every step I took
But baby, I'll kiss you on your for head if you like

Painting with these pastels
wishing for magic but I could never really tell
sever my heart from the lies it's all you'll ever see

sigh if you like,But my knife is what you like right?
Your're glaring at me like I'm a piece of meat
I'll strap to the bed, and make you watch yourself fade
intoxicate you with meds
make you trip on the indulgences of life

have faith?
wheres your god now?

''help me please?'' you scream
But no one ever came
no on ever came..