My pockets are empty
And my wishing well is dry...
I finally crawled
Into the darkest hole today...
Public transit, a nightmare.
Yet there I sit, going through my day...
With tear filled eyes, I write,
Tears soaking this ink filled page...
I wake each morning a new battle,
one that I can't possibly ignore...
Her eyes glaze - she's high, she cries
The tears well up inside and dry...
I love him i hate him,
Everydays a fight...
I had a dream I was swimming
The waters were black and cold...
Sometimes the desire
To escape into sleep...
Tears turn to cuts. Cuts show the pain we survive...
Cuts turn to scars. Scars tell the stories of our...
(Crying)
Why do you come at the time I'm supposed to sleep...
Sometimes I wish I could just melt away,
Left in silence to my own decay...