My life a boring genre
Stuck in a cold abyss
Everything going a miss
Comfortable with falling
in love with a lie
as long as the truth isn't revealed

So hard to make it right
ending up making the air tight
trying so hard to understand this pain
the more i do, the less trust i gain
Stuffing all these mortal coils
in this long necked bottle
the pain and feelings
stuffed in and congested

Only one way to let them out
break the bottle and release me
But the thought of the broken glass
cutting through those feelings
and maybe, just maybe
the bleeding never stops
makes me hide that bottle
far away from any one