Death seeps through the ink of your pen
Here we are again
Your brain reeks of madness
Damaged remains
Inches away from the ground
That's where I'll be found

Have you ever been so lonely
Lost in the woods
But terrified to turn back
Because you know where you came from
The darkness is unbearable
Yet you hold yourself to the floor
Saying
Don’t give up…
Don’t give up…

I think I’m prone to sadness
The everlasting hole
For when I find my smile
I feel different in my soul

I’ll watch the tree roots struggle as they try to find their place
And wonder of the sorrow when a butterfly sticks to a leaf
This emotion is exhausting, I can’t keep pace
Because like that butterfly I want to feel relief

For joy is something so hard to fuel
And depression is easy
I want to be happy
And the tears make me queasy

But my laugh slips through my fingers
When I’m alone and without a soul
So I stick to what I know well
And that is staying in this hole