I've been going through some minor pain,
the minor degradation of my brain.
Time is moving fast but not really.
Forgetting to move past what's hurting me.
Wishing that I could disappear.
Coming to terms if I weren't here.
Sometimes death isn't all that bad,
those guilty temptations don't make me glad..
Maybe if I went to where it all began,
I could see myself become a man.
But instead of doing that,
I could prevent going through that again.