Funny how strong we believe
Our fragile hearts to be
I've survived the world myself
In ghettos, in prisons
In institutions that deceive
I've prayed to gods for death
In the bottom of life's pit
I've suffered heartbreaks
Excruciating rips

A hundred years and it awakes
The phone call
The Facebook
The very public place
Scattered thoughts weave
Through piles of emotional debris
I hold my words in contemplation
I take a deep breath while inside I scream

The sharpest blades lay dormant longest
When a mere memory can reopen sores
I try to keep myself in the moment
But in this moment it's at the door

Hello, I haven't seen you in a very long, long time
Oh, by the way, why wouldn't you answer my call
But you knew I was drowning...