Texty: Ninety Pound Wuss. Last Time Lost Count.

Heart ripped indecision, my pain
Death, breaking, decaying
Twisting my inside while trying
Enduring cause failing
Hope fleeting diminished
Lost cound last track
One time noose folding
My rope is breaking
Mind shifting thoughts I can not see
Speak softly, listening
Walking on broken glass
Someone catch me
My life you took from
And molded me
You've broken me
What's use in no use?

It's my use tie this noose tighter
Whisper
Speak louder, much louder now
Screaming
Intoxicate me
Falling
Remembering my own words
Stolen
Never to be returned again
Last time lost count