Sirens call from below the threshold
The children scatter wherever it is safe
I lay in bed, hating the issues
I fail to accept

Sweet November was always my favorite
It enveloped me
In a tower of safety
I'd been fighting a war
Couldn't live up to my dreams

Some days I find
That I'm too scared
To talk about what plagues my fears
What will happen when I open it up
And find a wound I didn't make?