(1/2)
i feel like i am drowning but maybe that is just life
in the deepest ocean and on the longest road
i am sinking, i am running, i am reeling
why don’t they love me like i love them
i need them to hold me but they are not here
they never were and that is so like me
there is a woman who lives inside me
she says she loves me and her name is rose
i don’t know how to find her most of the time
but she suggests that I should be a little more kind
(2/2)
i always thought i was kind
i thought i was so many things
but lately, i think of me and i think of nothing
when i am like this
i don’t look people in the eye
i am afraid of what they might see
i am afraid they will see what i see
nothing
there is a certain beauty in sadness
at least there is something there to look at
something to hide behind
when you can’t hide behind a lie
