No preasure, No thoughts Other than the ocean celing Constantly hanging above Like the snow falling down Colapsing into fragments of memories Shattering the ground
From the bottom off the ocean Iv'e painted a cloud Something to hide for myself Something no one can ever tie And they all stop by to tell me How tierd I look, how worn down I am So whats the point? My broken bed
Staring for hours Holding my breath Collapsing under the weight of regret
In silence, I sleep There is no one here but me Like snow, falling down Drowning in thoughts Holding me down Cold as lies