difficult, melancholy, putrid rotting, decaying in your attic of secrets you don't have to die here see, the sun is finally peaking through through blue green leaves are you blind to the beauty surrounding you? hold on, let me shock you back to life, count with me, 1, 2, 3 no, don't go toward the light hold on with that breath, there you go, now exhale, okay, woah that was close your tears are clouding your vision all you can see is night i beg you to see day, please see day see the beauty of life, but you refuse, and you tuck your heart away under a cloak of unfeeling it's the only way you know how to cope with this brutiful experience of living.