i break down myself to let it go
and hate myself for reasons too
but faith breaks down like mold grows through
and life lived not cannot be true

in hoping for a bright tomorrow
i only hope to bring about sorrow
and hindsight brings the wise to knees
while courage alone can help you see

but in grasping to stop blood-flow white
i leave myself alone at night
and feelings gone, the abyss is me
because in feeling i set things free

a person is a silly thing