As I lie fading on the bathroom floor.
I wait for you to walk through the black door.
Leary of what they may say.
It has been like this every day.
Pushing it to the locked part of my mind.
My soul begins to unwind.
As I lie fading on the bathroom floor.
I've given up everything till I'm sore.
Anticipating till the moment for your hand to wipe my tears, however you were absent.
I hear my name being called in a quiet room, yet amidst others I receive no acknowledgment.
So I stay laying, fading on this bathroom floor.
While red and tore.
