When the world weighs on your shoulders
Whisper of the help you need...

The faint ticks of the clock echo in the quiet,
The darkness of the night no longer cold...

Can you see the walls crumbling,
Hear the shrill screams...

Might it be foolish to wonder if my love would be...
With someone else...

Woods surround me, a lack of animals unusual
As I trample through dry leaves and over black...

Meanings behind my words are hidden
On the surface of my sore heart...

I had told her to go upstairs and wait for me...
I told her that I had a surprise...

Take your things,
No goodbyes...

*this is actually the simple summary of a short...
Take two steps back dear...

Ticks of a clock echo softly
As thoughts race...

The feelings trample over each other
As they register in my mind...

You put me on a pedestal
That I am far from worthy of having...