Silence is a Sentence

Alone
 Left to my own devices
 Spending time dealing with my vices
 Anxiety rife from lying under the knife
 Se things in black and white
 I still feel the it in my chest
 Still feel the lump in my throat
 Still feel the hairs standing up
 Every time I hear the whisper of your name spoke
 Sick with the sorrow, sick with the sin
 Sick of the place I've been stuck in
 Can't shake the feeling that there's more to life than what I'm living
 I try to describe it, can't find a better way than what I've written
 Feelings I've got left, the ones I saved from those you kept
 Stay beside me to remind me that I can't rely on anybody else
 I swear that I will never rest until everything you love is fucking crushed
 And everyone that you hold so dear remains silent with the words that you're dying to hear
 I'm sick of the sorrow I'm sick of the sin
 I'm sick from the place I grew up in
 Alone in my mind, alone in my own mind.