What is the point to living?
To feel so much f**king pain that you can"t...

When we were little you'd hold my hand,
and when we grow older you'd protect me from them...

I look deep into the well,
And I see my reflection...

Day turns to night,
and still you sit in your little room...

Who knew it could be so easy,
to ignore you and push you away...

I can feel your arms around me,
and I feel safe within them...