Gutless: The Breaker

 

Shut the door, you don’t have to see me
Wrapped in a sheet of idle self-pity.
Don’t want you to see me half-dead on the floor.
My screaming is muffled, my eyes have been dried.

And it feels like a fever
That I rarely wake from.

Don’t think that I hate you, I’m dying to see you,
But it feels like if I leave I’ll be swallowed whole.
I wanted to go to the show but my fears are too large,
I’m too little to fight them.

I know you don’t get it.
I wish I did too.

This is the breaker, it tears you apart.
It blacks out your blood and drains your weak-willed heart.
There’s no friend to turn to, there’s no hand to reach.
Depression is far too demanding of me.

So I took a hard look
At how much better you handled growing up,
And how every major plan I had dissolved into dust.
Living life alone and faceless, I’m ready to escape this
But I feel like a hostage.

This is the breaker, it tears you apart.
It tests all your passions and your sense of pride.
No one here to listen, no one I can seek.
Depression is far too demanding of me.

Whoa oh oh oh oh’s

I’m held hostage by me.

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