Chains around my neck become bigger when I feel the chain wrapped around my heart grows heavier.
I’m tired of lying and saying that I’m fine…
The memories beat me black and blue.
Like if you’re gonna try me, you best pray to God you wipe me out.
I often feel I am trapped in the dark, my hand waving above the water, but you. Don’t. Listen.

STOP CALLING MY NAME! I’m already gone, away from this world and in my own world that was created just for me…
But I still hear your voice and a million others.
I fear my love is fabricated… there’s only so much time to save it.

I am often left scrambling for the key to the chain around my heart. It is never easy.
You need to have mercy on my soul when I am in this state.
I’m always stuck in yesterday.
But you called me a *****, so I became it… hope you’re happy now.

I wish I knew the secret recipe to relationships in general, like if you lay down all your walls, I swear that I’ll fix it.
You only love me when I’m already gone…
You call me evil, but how would you know unless you live it already…?