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Rain came down for the 3rd day in a row
Like a mocking holy trinity of apathy
Giving birth to dangerous thought
A rope tied to the ceiling, a blade on the skin
How could the father, the son and the Holy Ghost save me if I couldn't even save myself from the devil that surrounds my mind

I became something you never wanted
But I guess life is what you make it
So I'll make it suffocation
I'll make it a bloody mess on the tracks
Did i make you feel like I begged for those three words?
Every word that comes out of your mouth
Is a metaphor for not good enough

The feeling of nothing becomes all too familiar

And it crushes me from the inside
Every time it comes to mind
How can I describe
Me wanting to die
To a room full of people
Unfamiliar faces
If I can't even describe it to you?

I dreamt of fire tonight, it felt like you

I still think about you everyday
As much as it hurts me, I wish you could've stayed
And everyday is a new struggle
To not pick up the phone and let you know
That I miss you still, and that it hurts me that your voice still rings within
I wish I could hear it just once again
Even if it kills me in the end
The perfect flower that you always were
Still blooms in my brain

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