i left my happiness out for too long its beginning to rot away. i've forgotten how to put it up, so its just turn to decay. maybe i should have preserved it. and never walked away. but now forever gone, and i'm the only one to blame.
I’ve sunken down into dark holes That I’ve dug myself. The blisters are throbbing on my palms. I know the way out. But what lies above Are the things that scare me. And I’m hoping that hiding will heal me.