I wish I had more time to sort out all of this inside my mind. I only have one day. It's given at dawn and at dusk it gets taken away. I can't control what I think, So how can I control what I say? I don't know who I am at this moment, and I can't pray. I can't pray for the answers anymore. I only have myself to blame for losing control. I've always needed something, maybe I needed to be alone. And I don't need to be saved. I'm not saying that it's too late, But way too much has changed. You call it savior, And I call it learned behavior. You call it the light I refuse to see, And I call it the mask I've seen underneath. Just do and say the same thing. No opinion preserved in stained glass holds more moral truth to me. I only have myself to blame for losing control. Oh, I still need to be saved, just not by you. I just need to be safe, but not by you. I only have myself to blame for losing control. I've always needed something, maybe I needed to be alone.