Moments,
soaked and swollen...
There’s a space now in the corner
where you used to sit and knit...
I wish I could go back to the night that we were...
And freeze time...
I am liar
My heart lied while beating...
Fake descriptions of a life in tatters
clutter the hour...
Washed with fear and pain,
Stained crimson red...
Let’s talk about trauma
Where to begin...
Burnt out bulbs
dark windows...
Vibes of Last Year (Katauta)
Trembling in the wind...
So ready, the aches are real,
It's desperation I feel...
Sadness deep inside my heart
And my heart is crying every night...
You are a little robot, following the program,
But it's all part of the grand plan...