Pantomime
My insides are bruised, Slightly twisted and abused, As I take another drink, I get lost, turn around, I get found, Trying to heal, looking everywhere, I take myself to the brink, to the edge, Still believing in illusion, Trying to forget everything, Wipe the slate clean from start to finish I am paranoid and dejected, A loose end unprotected, A little wicked and unhinged. If I turn my back, do you think I wont feel the k...