A dark or melancholy tone
From a bright eyed girl fighting all alone...

When the sky clears up and the rain has gone away
I want to forget the pain that made me this way...

You're so ominous in your ways , I can't figure...
Things seem to look up and then drastically turn...

Butterflies everytime you lock eyes,
Chills down your spine...

Reoccurring circumstances
Pessimistic actions...

That place, I finally reached it,
Rock bottom, nothing beneath it...