Will I ever
Feel like I’m getting better?
Will I ever be able to place the words that overflow my heart?
Can I ever make it back to the start?
Can I ever
get back the only part of me that made me feel real?
Cuz I sit and I stare at these pieces of paper
Empty, crisp, and fresh
The place where I would bleed out every part of me that I have left
All of the things I never said
All of the things that just bounce around in my head
It used to come so easily,
Hurricane of emotions would all flow out freely
But now…
I don’t feel me
Noooo, I don’t feel me
You would think I would know where to start
It’s never been so hard before to bleed out this heart
Just write and write and write onto a piece of paper
put ‘em on a song and hear about the same pain later
Cuz I sit and I stare at these pieces of paper
Empty, crisp, and fresh
The place where I would bleed out every part of me that I have left
All of the things I never said
All of the things that just bounce around in my head
It used to come so easily,
Hurricane of emotions would all flow out freely
But now…
But lately I don’t feel me
I don’t feel me
I’ve lost touch with reality, slowly
This darkness has essentially consumed me
I can’t breathe, I can’t see,
I never wanted to lose me
I never wanted to lose…