Dec 2015
I'm afraid I'm falling like I've fallen before,
I'm afraid of the dark hole that awaits me
if I let myself fall anymore,
But I can't seem to stop slipping.
I'm doing what I can,
I'm really trying here,
But everything I'm trying to grab ahold of,
Seems to up and disappear
I'm afraid of the dark hole that awaits me
if I let myself fall anymore,
But I can't seem to stop slipping.
I'm doing what I can,
I'm really trying here,
But everything I'm trying to grab ahold of,
Seems to up and disappear
A losing battle between past, present and future. Between loneliness and dispare.
