I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand

Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are

Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely