This Is Your Voice

Sunny Days

I shake off my troubles, I run away from the city, I continue to burst your bubbles, you look at me with such pity, I made one mistake, and now you're beginning to break.

When are the sunny days, gonna come my way, all I ever see, are grey clouds everywhere, it makes you wanna scream, and pull out your hair.

I stand in the rain, hoping it can wash away the pain, the thunder begins to crash down louder, hitting me harder, I wonder if I can ever apologise, for the hurt that I caused you, I can smell your blood from the other side, I still have the bloody visions of you.

You pushed me, until I broke, then I lashed out, counted to three, made you choke, then you started to pass out, blood ran from your nose, I realised I had suddenly lost control, and tried reviving you, but you was already gone, now everything suddenly felt like a run through, and my life started pausing, I felt like I was suddenly falling, I then awoke, you was laying by my side, in bed, I gave your hair a stroke, whispered in your ear that you were mine, suddenly the room was freezing, I hadn't realised I was dead, and you was still grieving, and couldn't begin to get me out of your head, and so I was told that you was in bed all day, pushing everyone away, not wanting help, just wanting me there, to provide comfort, whilst you felt the cold air, and cried your tears.