I catch a glimpse of the past, not mine,
The pills slip down one by one
It frightens me, reminds me of fragile time
Itchy rope, cut the rope, don’t choke
I catch a glimpse of actions, not mine,
Silver tip tinted with crimson, blood drops on tan skin
It frightens me, reminds me of fragile time
Who need a knife when you have nails?
I catch a glimpse of shadows, not mine,
Insanity creeps closer with June
It frightens me, reminds me of fragile time
*Hope starts to slip at the thought of being alone.