Stephen Wegman - Past.Present lyrics

My mind is a prison This is my hell Where all the roads lead to home And all the devils speak In the tongues of my friends that I used to know The place where my heart feels the heaviest I discern this and I don't want to be saved This torment is what I deserve Lost somewhere between the past and the present I am meant to be a shattered soul The closer I get, the further it feels What am I to do? The dream-catcher above my bed Hasn't helped me sleep in months That dream-catcher was worthless And ill never take that medication You always said that I was weak And I never proved that I was strong There's a noose hanging from the ceiling And its the only place I've ever belonged