Take Over (Regenerated)

So much hurt I have in my heart, I don’t even know where I should start.

Depressions taking me so far, it’s tearing me, ripping me apart.

Emotional scars, pain in my tears when I look up at the stars, so much I fear.

I’ll take my car and drive it far from here, I’m sorry but I might disappear.

Let it take over and corrupt my feels, I won’t pull over or take a deal, maybe with the devil. Offer me something real, I need love that will make me smile.

I can’t have it for a while, I need it forever.

No more pain, I want pleasure.

No more rain, it’ll soak my sweater.

If I die in vain, it will take over.

Cry me a river, i couldn’t keep her.

Why am I such a loser, addicted to the pills, I’m trying to recover.

I need to sit and chill just for my sake.

Throw a fit, I will but that would be my mistake.

Kill, kill, kill, is what my demons have to say.

Pill, pill, pill, I’m trying to stay away but it never turns out that way.

I have to carry around guitar or my anxiety will spike.

I have to pull on its strings so I don’t feel it in my heart.

I’ll play my soul out until my fingers start bleeding.

I’ll sing in the dark with some light peaceful strumming.

I didn’t want to be left alone but here I am again, all alone.

I can’t even look at my own phone, I already miss the sound of your tone.

Every relationship I’ve completely blown, it’s like my state in a championship, not even close.

My depression on display just for you all to know.

Not trying to seek attention, I just feel alone.

Let it take over and corrupt my feels, I won’t pull over or take a deal, maybe with the devil. Offer me something real, I need love that will make me smile.

I can’t have it for a while, I need it forever.

No more pain, I want pleasure.

No more rain, it’ll soak my sweater.

If I die in vain, it will take over.

I’m letting this all flow out of me so it’s not in my head making me dizzy.

I beg and plead because I have a lot of needs but it’s too much for a lot to see.

I’ll turn up the volume, I’ll crank it loud.

Demons telling me to turn it down, but I can’t even understand how I’m hearing them now.

I’m drowning them out with all these sounds.

Forcing them out back to Satan’s playground.

My head is free from all the stomping around but they’ll come back and turn me inside out.

Anvil on my shoulder, I’m freezing and it’s only getting colder.

Singer without an instrument, battle without a single soldier.

It’s taking over, I’m young but I feel so much older.

Soul in a folder, I hope we can at least get closure.