Insanity, Humanity

I feel repelled, compelled.
I feel regret from this wretched life I once held.
I ask myself 'where did it get me?'
I keep telling myself that nobody left me.

I keep asking myself for the unfolded truth,
But I've begged and I've cried
and it's came to no use.

I feel resent to consent for my soul and my heart,
To be covered in black, for the pieces to part.
And my rooked smile that no desperate theft would thieve,
Gets crushed like falling autumn leaves.

Insanity, humanity, who knows the difference?
I played from my heart,
I gave the resistance.
It came, it went very far.
It made me insistent.
Insanity, humanity?
Who knows the difference?