melting away sounds nice
away from my brain and the pain
an oil slip between the cracks
a stagnant liquid allowed to drain

i'm so tired i could fall to shreds
and i wouldn't fight it
just granules of earth
ready to be scattered by the wind

it's get harder before it gets easier
i know but i hate to see it become true
i'll keep pushing but i'd rather give up
but i don't want to disappoint you