Why do they say there's something wrong?
That I can't love her like I do...

I fall asleep thinking about you
In a cold, empty bed...

It's only been near a week
But it feels as if months have passed...

My body shakes from trauma
It's difficult for me to write...

Every morning I wake up
And I can't help but smile...

Your silent footsteps
I hear them again...

I am a victim of this world
Trapped in a cage of depression...

I need to ask you something
So, please, don't be mad...

I see you in the corner
You glance at your veins...

I can still see the scars that have faded
And I still feel the pain...

My chest is sore
My arms ache...

You are my sanctuary
A place I can hide...