I laid the night before me Unraveled the tangles of my heart All I felt Was stale hollow air These streams of uncertainty They are collapsing Upon my mind Upon my mind Torrents, torrents fill My veins until I I burst, I burst with Mistaken guilt and shame My battered bones try to keep Fighting against this endless This ocean of Of self defeat As time goes on some months are yet to pass As time goes on some months are yet to pass As time goes on Some months are yet Are yet to pass Let's go! Puddles, puddles of ink Surround this tired chair All of my, of my Sorrow has been spilled Into, into my My reflection