Tell me the truth

It’s not that hard

I’ll turn away my face

Let the mind begin to race

Tell me the truth

It’s here I know so we’ll

But here you escape to hell

As well

I

Am

In hell

As far as I can tell

I left my mind

I’m the wishing well

You can’t wait to hear

It call it’s here to tell

You I’m sorry

I’m sorry

But when I turn my face to black

Your body interacts

To sorrow

To sorrow

Get a grip she said

I can’t do this instead

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Get a grip