Hi
Hows it going?
Hows your day been?
I know that you'll say fine, but im trying to make conversation or at least take your spare time.
Its just dramatic you know?
Like my heart is stuck in an attic
Filled with concrete bags.
The tears mix with fears that fill the room, mixing with the concrete and sealing my doom. The concrete breaks the bags and slashes on the floor, and spreads across the room to the locked, squeaky door. The concrete starts to harden, collecting around my heart, remembering the times we had at the start.
Maybe im a fanatic, you know?
Like my brain is stuck on a train that's derailed. The brakes don't work and my thoughts still hurt, but the only way to stop it is with a mighty crash.
Hi
Hows it going?
Hows your day been?
I know that you'll say fine but i asked
Because i'd like to hear from you again.
