Holding on to the memories like a lifeline Preventing me from the downfall to reality This is the last strand of my sanity.
From the bright warm fields of babylon I descend into the depths of the ocean. Cold and frigid Lifeless and sad. Am I allowed to be mad?
A Heart snatched Feelings still attached My Mood trashed For what? Nothing. Am I really guilty as sin? Or is it just me Forever falling short Forever never enough.