What will face me when i wake in ten years? Nothing in this mirror here seems to tell me anything!
I resent you and your shortcomings, nevertheless I still wonder, what about you has worn me down?
I often find myself returning to this thought, so perverse I want to cry!
But it finds its way back, as it always does.
Maybe on the off chance it's sunny tomorrow i'll forgive myself.
The coming few days will never suffice, as they pass I remain the same.
"Oh please! Oh please! My love oh my love, tell me please if this hanging body here is really all you love?"
"This house is beyond fixing, you can only try prevent it now."
I guess in a way i've always wanted that.
I remember I had a friend that I kinda looked up to,
I think that's the beginning of it really...
Maybe it was all some grand idea for something bigger,
but I guess I just can't help myself.
You yourself knows the best, you'll never swim that low.