Faces, faces everywhere.
Faces who don’t know but care.
Faces I’ve grown to love, but now I can’t even look.
It’s not just a chapter it’s the whole book.
The rotting book wet with tears. That holds my life and my fears.
The spine is breaking, the pages falling out.
On every page it’s scribbled out.
So no one can see the words that haunt my mind.
So no one can see the faces only I can find.
The faces fly away, leaving me alone.
They close my book and my misery ends for a while.
But it’ll come roaring back soon.
Where’s my salvation?