Drowning in porcelain, stifled screaming, 
lungs filling. Induced feelings of surrendered 
innocence flood my mind. 
Shutting my eyes have never been the same, 
 [bad word] of my bed now a nail in my head. 
I'll scream these words out, squeezing all the pressure 
out of my lungs until I collapse 
My brightest colours will wither into grey 
I'll never forget the way things used to be or so to speak 

The smell of the ink that ran carelessly toward the end of the page, 
on the letters where you said you'd always love me, slowly fade 
I'm scared to wake up from this lovelorn dream knowing the ghost of you behind my eyelids remain otherwise unseen, and when i rouse I'll have to live knowing a life without you 
Only torment and suffering and yet nothing seems to change 
I wrecked my home for you, and that's fine, cause I'll build one for myself someday, starting with this fence 

I'm going through things I don't deserve 
Neither can [bad word] a divine life 
that we could carry through. 

An empty shell of a human being can't sustain 
Is there a point changing now because it seems 
it'll always stay the same 
Is it really [bad word] that we can't paint a perfect picture together? 
Even if time stood still; is it really worth it? 

Descending; pulled down by tangled thoughts 

Cant find a better home when there's a sign on every door 
Finding a step closer but you feel so far away 
vessel heading nowhere, sick of masquerades 

The way the ink ran carelessly, towards the end of the page 
On the letters where you said you'll always love me slowly fade