This Space Reserved

This space is reserved
until I can find the right words to say.
This space is not to be touched
by anyone today.
There's a blank page to fill
but my wrist is burning up.
Get fed up with it all
but I still feel it's not enough.
But I still feel it's not enough.

And there's a reasoning for my insanity,
as method for madness can tell.
And those who've spent life suffering
can't find a better hell.
And I've fallen under,
I can't break loose,
you've got me tangled
in my mental noose,
and I do it all for you...

This space is reserved
until I can find the right words to say.
This will is not to be broken
by anything today.
There's another spot in life,
I just can't seem to get up.
Get fed up with it all,
but I feel it's way too much.
But I feel it's way too much.

And there's a reasoning for my insanity,
as meth-head madness can tell.
And for those who've spent life suffering,
you can't find a better hell.
And I've fallen under,
I can't break loose,
you've got me tangled
in my mental noose,
and I do it all for you again.
I do it all for you.

No, no, no, I tell myself.
But yes, yes, yes, the answer beats out.
Like my heart going
way too fast for me, going
way too fast for me, going
way too fast, way too fast, way too fast...

And there's a reasoning for my insanity,
as anyone can go and tell.
And for those like me, just suffering,
just at the bottom of a well.
And I've fallen under,
I can't break loose,
you've got me tangled,
can't break your noose,
and you do it all for you now...
And I'll do it again for you now.
I do it all for you.

This space reserved.
This space reserved.
Not one more word.