How many times have you closed your eyes and listened to the rain beating on your window?
Fell into a deep sleep and never wanted to wake up to reality, with a blank expression on every face
My angst ripped through the pages where I fell asleep with a half empty pen by my side
Insecurities are hidden with [bad word] words "I love you" meaningless as the next " [bad word] you"
broken staircase never seemed so inviting, wherever I'm going I know I'm going down
It's still raining out, and the drains are almost full
It's a reminder of all those times I wish we stayed behind locked doors
Dead space is eating me alive from the inside out, leaving a gut sinking feeling
Will I ever make this on my own?