Some days, when insanity finds its way through,
I wonder, if you would ever feel pain the way I have,
Going through nights you thought you never would,
Doubting to believe your own self, helpless;
If ever have you drowned in your own thoughts,
Never wanting to escape, but succumbed unwillingly,
Or, if ever have you been afraid to close your eyes,
Sensing you’d never wake up again, not that you wanted to.
But then I wish, that you never feel pain the way I have,
Cause even if scars replace the wounds,
They can chisel through you, and leave you hurting,
And boy, does it hurt.
The Guitarist 