the last time i checked i was clearly concioussbut that condition has a way of changingrearranging so severleycan you hear me?well i cant hear myself between thecluttered thoughts and broken things cloggingup my headi’d be better off deadso tell me for the last time, some things are better off left brokenthe last time i checked i was thinking clearlybut i cant believe that when i nearly left everything behindblinding truths and blinding lights haveleft me at a loss of sight and a loss for wordsso speak for meexplain the terrible truths of why this is the endthe colors had a way of blending into a mixed up, fucked up array of black and blues, just to match the color of my eyes…….id be better off deadso tell me for the last timesome things are better off left broken…broken hearts and broken wingsare a few of the broken things that make me envy angels…so tell me for the last timei’d be better off dead and so would you…