The Mentalist

The object you're holding now
Is tragically incomplete
Decaying like radium
Unstable as kerosene
It used to belong to me
But now it is yours to keep

And it's hard
It's hard to be the strong one
Reaching out for something
You don't even know what
And it's hard to
Penetrate the darkness
Voluntarily blindfolded
Knowing when you see it
Doesn't matter

The problem with being used
You feel like the guilty one
And put the blame on yourself
'Til you don't trust anyone

Uncomfortable in my skin
I want to relive this life
Blissfully ignorant
And easily satisfied