Diagnosis

You can find me lost in the solstice Playing hide and seek with the cold I was probably high when I wrote this tossing in sheets making peace with the soul I have lost the war with devotion Licking at the wounds that I own Howling at the moon through the darkness stars that I sought to remove from her thrown I'm the cause and effect from the pause and the pain that the call would reflect It was all in the text that the man in the cave on the walls would engrave It's the way that you cry when you lost what you had but you don't tell them why When you fight every day and you hope and you pray That the thoughts in your brain won't provoke you to die I'm stuck between the world and where I wanna go Please come find me.