Psychic Underworld

Im already dead I feel like my insides have
Rotted away
My feelings have ceased to exist
Im only alive in reactions to my surrroundings
I have to do with
I couldnt stand to be hurt anymore
I couldnt let you hurt me
I had to shut down
Im only a shell a picture of who I once was
Proudly displayed for the ones I care for
I dont want to hurt anyone
I can only kill myself on the inside

In the doorways under the bridges
I desolate look in their eyes
Showed away from the that feeds
Close to home but far from confort

Expect more and you get less
Its easet to never think
But to break the chains is fucking hard
Pay your love in money
No one will recognize it

Taking credit for what is not ours
We dont realise
we owe nothing
Because ownership is a frame of mind