Sometimes in the dark
when the humid heat is still pressing down
and the world seems so quiet and hollow
this empty creeps out of it's cage
and sinks it's claws into me again.
These selfish useless tears
that I can't hold back much as I try
spill down like a flood of emotion
that I hope no one sees
but sometimes I think will drown me.
As I look out at all the houses around me
how alone I am sinks home even harder,
this isn't how I pictured this going
but then I guess I had my head in the clouds,
who would've thought I'd miss home?
Wishing so much to just be held,
my head kissed and to be told it's alright,
just to feel reassured and safe,
to know I'm not alone
that's what I wish for the most.
I hate feeling like I'm breaking,
I hate knowing I'm being weak,
maybe I'm just tired of being in pain
or maybe I'm running out of strength
or maybe I'm just having a fit :P
These selfish useless tears
that I can't hold back much as I try
spill down like a flood of emotion
that I hope no one sees
but sometimes I think will drown me.
