I've bit my tongue and dug my grave from this masquerade.
A foolish mask created to hide from my past.
Many secrets I keep within these hollowed walls as I run down these crowded halls.
My brains running ramped, I can not escape from this hollowed at hole. My soul just can't fit that mold.
Words I didn't speak kept me from my sleep.
Fears are more real at night when you've lost all your might.
Coming apart at the seams like towering beams from the person I used to be.
Down.
Down.
Down.
Everything tumbles down without a single sound.
