forgive me, i'm splitting a little bit
cuz my head is spinning, will it ever quit
cuz beginning is a different level unfitting
to what i had been meant for living
so lift me up again and shift me
to a better grip that my tread can get me
back to flip my act cuz then i'll be ready
don't let me slip off track or i am heading
to where my death bed's at, what a sad setting
but my bags are packed because now i'm unhappy
i've fallin off the map and i'm always crabby
cuz somehow i have lost my knack, it's hard to keep steady
my heart, it went pitch black, i'm startin to really
come apart, every crack's enlargened, i'm feeling
as if i were a big outcast in my apartment building
who's picked on last or call me just silly
but i'm sick of masks we all are found here weilding