I am so shut off,
sometimes I don't even notice myself...

Sometimes, I feel like life just sneaks out the...
whilst my eyes are gazing out the front door...

This battle seems like we will sink in the mud
every time we falter...

It feels like every time I give my heart away,
it comes back with another broken piece...

Imagine a soul
dying all alone...

Happiness...
they say that nothing else comes above it...

Each time I look at my scars,
I'm fighting thought of opening them back up...

Sometimes when I am trapped in my own thoughts,
I forget to remember what keeps me...

I used to feel so free,
staying up all through the night...

The memory of addiction is so fresh,
I can almost taste it...

I know one day you will come running back,
claiming to have changed your mind again...

I fell off
the slippery grid...