My head is an ocean
My heart is a fire
Neither of the two
Can agree with eachother

Talk to someone
They say it will help
But it wont matter
When I crash this car
And 'forget' my belt

They call it PTSD
A different kind of war
Instead of gunfire
Demons come knocking
At my door

"Stop thinking about it
I am sure it will help"
I used to call them nightmares
But now I have dreams
In which I **** myself

They say falling in love could help
That only broke me more
Like my beating heart
Kicked down the ******* door

My head floods with scary thoughts
A tornado clearing out the nice
A hurricane destroying the sweet
Now I don't sleep at night

I romanticise death
You know, it could be sweet
Maybe leave a letter
To apologise for being me.

**** I let too much slide
I have opened up too much
But it's crazy that it was you
That fixed me with one touch

You don't hear my cries,
all I hear is lies,
thinking you were nice
whilst falling for those eyes.

Eyes bluer than the sea
so sinking it shall be,
held under by debris
from hearts of the lonely.

She's very much alive
But she is dead to me
The decision wasn't mine
She wanted to be
A tombstone in my mind
A grave inside my heart
A perpetual funeral
That has no end or start
There is no wreath to set
No flowers to lay
The only place that this exists
Is buried in my wake