I don't even know what I'm supposed to say. I don't even know what it is that I've been feeling anyway. And it all seems strange. Like I'm, frozen motionless in a dream that I can't escape. Why do I even feel this way, I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for the pain, and why it won't seem to go away, and all these demons in my brain are slowly getting through the maze, and I'm finding it way too hard to put my pen back to the page, I'm losing my ambition think I'm choosing between the music and a life without religion, but I need something to believe in I'm nothing without these dreams, I didn't suffer just for nothing but there's nothing to achieve, we all bleed, we all need a little help sometimes, And that's okay by me.