I Can No Longer Feel My Fingertips

I was sprawled out, broken like the pieces of a puzzle
That had never been completed anyway
Ruled by you as a waste of time
Simply a childish game
I've never been forgiven for any of the crimes
That I have yet to commit
I'm crunching the numbers and sadly it appears
It'll take you a lifetime to forget

Where were you when I needed you?
If I broke down tonight would you come to my aid
Or take a different path until my memory fades
My wandering ways keep me alone
I would give anything to make your heart my home
But you always leave me stoned

I'm bleeding ink all over the page
Without a hint of doubt or irony
The image of a blood stain at the foot of my bed
Keeps itself on constant replay
I'm a slave to my subconscious, rattling chains
I'm a piece of work of art
But I have yet to get a word in edgewise
To my ferocious beating heart