Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'til you fell asleep? Before the monsters caught up to you?

I done ever write because its never necessary. Putting words on paper is like begging for it to be found. Right now I want to write it on my skin sit in the shower and watch it pour out...old habits die very hard, and i'm trying to avoid that i'm trying not to cave but I want to hoping maybe my razor will slip in the process and never in my life have I wished that and meant it. This might seem big to anyone who looks in but it makes me feel about 13 again and helpless. 

I guess you really did it this time
Left yourself in your warpath
Lost your balance on a tightrope
Lost your mind tryin' to get it back

Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?
Always a bigger bed to crawl into
Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything?
And everybody believed in you?