Somewhere inside I've slightly broken down,
Like hanging branches from a dying tree...
Its seven in the morning,
I look at the clock...
Darkened memories of you,
Brings winter to my heart...
The chilling rain that beats upon my cheeks;
Concealing tears that I have tried to veil...
Dreams are overrated,
Always crashing down...
Holding back tears,
As I try to write...
I feel as if I have lived before,
Such an old soul inside this young body...
Uncaring, is the evil in the air,
It fills my mind with beastly thoughts and lies...
It was a really long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dreams...
A diamond is a strong and precious gem,
Unbreakable and pleasant to the eyes...
Her room is decorated with uplifting expressions:
You are beautiful...
Hitting rock bottom
Is sometimes the only way...