My Head is full of scenarios that will never happen,
my mouth full of words I'll never say,
my eyes full of tears that won't be shed
and my heart full of hurt and pain.

The hardest part, on days like these, is accepting that I am the cause of my own hurt.
The hardest part, in this life of mine, is knowing I choose to stay full

I could be full of love,
I could be full of truth
I could be full of life

The choice I've made leaves me full of self-loathing
I am the only one who can pull me out yet I choose to stay so full that I am sinking.