I see your eyes,
they show what they must.
Just like the night skies,
your life turns to dusk.
You're leaving me here,
so i want you to go.
Run away from your fear,
as it starts to grow.
There is a hollow pit,
that i call my soul.
A morbid, blackening hole,
that makes me feel like sh*t.
You got me this way,
but that isnt how you act.
You cay you won't sway,
so it must be fact.
You can let me be,
and go run wild.
I know I can't be free,
as I sit and hold our child.
You run away from all bleakness,
but i wallow in such dark,
morbid blackness.
