There I go falling again
Spiraling into the abyss.
Is this happening?
Or am I imagining things?
I can see you shout
You fail to filter through
My groggy melancholy
That I can't undo.
Even if you were to whisper
right into my ear,
I'm lost somewhere else
I can not hear.
What is the point
Of anything at all?
Are you tired of being around?
I don't hear you call.
So you've left and
I guess this is goodbye.
Too tired to stay
Too broken to cry.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
There I go falling again
Spiraling into the abyss.
Is this happening?
Or am I imagining things?
I can see you shout
You fail to filter through
My groggy melancholy
That I can't undo.
Even if you were to whisper
right into my ear,
I'm lost somewhere else
I can not hear.
What is the point
Of anything at all?
Are you tired of being around?
I don't hear you call.
So you've left and
I guess this is goodbye.
Too tired to stay
Too broken to cry.
