Gut Sick Companion
Seconds away from uncertain damage
My fear rang like a megaphone that
All my personalities could hear
Right before my eyes
The helpless seem to burn up with the nest
Give me a knife to cut pain from neck
Give me a bullet for pain in head
Give me nothing these selfish days
I'd give a kingdom just to hear you say:
"You're not alone, I am here for you
I surely notice each day makes
Sense in such inspiring ways"
Seconds away from certain damage
Seconds away from