Metaphorically dead.
Unable to shake this feeling, as I begin to sink.
Who knows what you’re feeling, who knows what you think.
All I can remember, is the smell of stale rain
As the tears that ran south left their final stain.
My crutch, my rock, my other half
But when I’m begging for you, all you do is laugh
Reading the same notes, again and again
Everything that was us, washed down the drain
Broken memories and fragmented dreams
Waking up late to incoherent screams
Staring until the walls cave in
Giving the reaper the sweetest grin
This bitterness that hollows out my chest,
A pain so violent, it tears at its best
My eyelids droop, sleep trying to evade me
Only then, will you hear my plea
Dark thoughts crowd my head,
I twist and turn, remembering what you said
You let me down once,
And now you’re doing it again.
Who knows what you’re feeling, who knows what you think.
All I can remember, is the smell of stale rain
As the tears that ran south left their final stain.
My crutch, my rock, my other half
But when I’m begging for you, all you do is laugh
Reading the same notes, again and again
Everything that was us, washed down the drain
Broken memories and fragmented dreams
Waking up late to incoherent screams
Staring until the walls cave in
Giving the reaper the sweetest grin
This bitterness that hollows out my chest,
A pain so violent, it tears at its best
My eyelids droop, sleep trying to evade me
Only then, will you hear my plea
Dark thoughts crowd my head,
I twist and turn, remembering what you said
You let me down once,
And now you’re doing it again.