Running, screaming, piercing my lungs
Crashing, tumbling, stumbling down the road
Banging, falling upside down I'm calling
Yelling, begging, praying you feel the same.
Shiver sniffle turn up my hood from the noise, the thoughts
the i-cant-handle-this-i'm-falling-apart thoughts
the nasty, rude, intrusive thoughts that take over when I struggle
It's bad.
When it rains it pours they say, well then honey i'm the ocean
Sometimes there's an island in my ocean
I float like driftwood to and fro no place to go
no place to call home?
who knows, what goes?
And when will this end? just beyond the riverbend
One more bend one more step one more slip
that's it i swear, i've had enough of this shit.