The Falling Syndrome

You should be down on my level,
You should know just how it feels,
If I have had a shoulder to cry on,
I would have drowned myself.

There are some things I will never experience,
You can see the brightness in every day,
But from now on all your love is in vain.

If I could have taken you to daylights fall,
You would have known just how I felt.
Staring off the jagged edge,
My pain only ever sleeps again.

Some things you pretend to understand,
Making one day kill less than the rest.
Now I am reliant on your withered caress.

Forgive me.

When I hear about the famine outside,
It makes my troubles seem so slight,
But as your shoulder becomes my curse,
I lie to you for that empathetic burst.

No-one involves themselves in my pain, running away,
Never to lend a hand or walk through these glades.
I hope I die this Sunday.

Its time to take these sleeping pills,
They will make me rest again,
And when your shoulder falls away,
I will dream of eternal pain.

The moment I awaken I curse my life again,
You would inhale the exhaust when you feel this way.
Here ends another worthless day.

Forgive me as I try again.

Where there's a shadow I'll find a way,
I wanna crawl into a shell of pain.
Your shoulder will never break,
But to flood you with lies is a kind of rape.

As memories of my infanthood fade away,
My last happiness is taken from me.
I cannot cry on your shoulder again,
It is time for me to stop and give in.