Last night I cried myself to sleep
The night before as well
Tonight I can't stop crying
And life feels like hell

Scrape the paint off the walls
Make me feel insane
Scrape the skin off my arms
Let me go through pain

My tear-stained pillow
Can't take any more
It soaks up my sobs like a sponge
Unlike the cold hard floor

Cold
I think I know something about that word
Like your heart by the end of the year
Left with nothing but migrating birds.
Leaving.
Running away.
Hope for happiness
... one day