i have a million reasons to die,
but i just need one to stay alive.
all i know it's april and,
there's still snow on the ground,
the old me has collapsed,
i'm nothing but an abandoned warehouse now,
empty and free to dance around,
the words on the walls and the burned out lights on the ceiling,
make nights lonely and dark,
trapped in the room of my brain,
i want out of this mental cage,
it's too late,
i'm already an abandoned warehouse,
bound to collapse.
