Infected Choice - Perzonal War

This pressure a self made well where I find myself

Imperfection and fear

What is driving me to decisions that should not made?

What is forcing me further to the edge?

I FEEL NO MORE I SEE NO MORE

What surrounds me is losing its meaning

Insecurity is frightening me and I wish

I would be dreaming

Honesty-a thin line between lies and well chosen words

A typical habit-no more

What lets me believe that I could cut myself into pieces

To fit again?

I FEEL NO MORE I SEE NO MORE

What surrounds me is losing its meaning

Insecurity is frightening me and I wish

I would be dreaming

Sometimes it seems like an overdose

A stumbling way on a thin line

And the loss could be mine

The fall could be painful

Innocence has been taken from me

On the first day that I’ve spread my wings

The first moment I’ve lived for my own

Burns in my heart as cold a stone