Painful Pane of Glass

Have you ever watched yourself as you were commandeered?
Have you ever felt that you were on the sideline of your own life?
Have you ever, have you ever watched through that painful pane of glass?
Have you ever felt you weren’t you, and no longer in control?

Like a horrible flood, or a slaughter for blood.
Like a big horrid storm that’s become the new norm.
Like a sick psychopath making a big, big blood bath.
Like a volcanic ash cloud that seems to swallow the ground.

Have you ever seen yourself commit suicide, or try and try?
Have you ever seen yourself beat so to shit by your very own fists?
Have you ever seen yourself tear up the ground and swallow your loved ones whole?
Have you ever felt you weren’t you, and no longer in control?

I cry in the corner, not sure of myself, not sure of what I am.
I try to hold it all in so you cannot see, you can’t see me for me.
Like a werewolf at night, I turn and tear up the living nearby.
I’m a vampire in bloodlust, draining you for all of your trust.

Like a horrible flood, or a slaughter for blood.
Like a big horrid storm that’s become the new norm.
Like a sick psychopath making a big, big blood bath.
Like a volcanic ash cloud that seems to swallow the ground.

Have you ever fallen out of yourself, like you died and your soul had departed?
Have you ever watched yourself tear down everything you ever loved?
Have you ever felt your own heart ripped out by your very own hand?
Have you ever felt you weren’t you, and no longer in control?

Sometimes I just want it to end, even if it meant I’d just die.
Sometimes I’m so sick of myself, I don’t want to show my face.
Sometimes I think I’d be better of buried and out of your life.
Sometimes I just cannot see anything else but strife.

Have you ever felt you weren’t you, and no longer in control?