'this horse is fallen
Just take it in and count your losses
There's nothing you can do
Look at me
I have nothing
You're dead and so am I
I just can't stay
You can't ask me to'

All this time he sits quiet
The words stolen from his throat
He hates her [bad word] guts tonight
This game is lost and so is she

This silence is too thick for him to bear,
And it's banging on his [bad word] Burning through his veins
Blasting from his insides
He needs to breathe
Push it back let his [bad word] its course

The sun has not reared its ugly head in weeks
His eyes are growing shut, his walls [bad word] down

Drowning in his pity for himself
No one can help him, no one
Fine: a pathetic end to a pathetic existence

Only you can pull yourself back up when you fall
Never [bad word] in anyone but your [bad word] self
Your [bad word] self