in days like these
i'd prefer not to breathe
i need someone
to hold me a bit tighter
but i push everyone further away
and then complain
when i'm left alone
i don't know what i want
but i know that id much rather die
than live another moment
drowning in my own made up sorrow
fresh air wont clear out my covered in dust lungs
i cant talk to anyone
i don't see the point in saying anything
ill let the loneliness eat me away
until my common sense comes back
give me some time to find myself
ill be human again
but not today
not right now.