I can't move anymore, can barely get to the door.
Right now all I want to do is sit on the floor, think about how we could be more.
But I like where we're at now, despite the fact of how.
I'll let you in on a secret I'm keeping, the reason I have to stop myself from weeping.
I truly am going downhill, while my mind remains a continuous windmill.
It goes around and around, barely making any sound.
My body is going down, down, causing a frown.
The pain is well there, and I'm fully aware.
It's stopping me from walking, interrupting my talking.
I spoke words so agile, I didn't want to mention I was fragile.
He asked me why I don't let people know, and I stared at him like I was a frightened doe.
I can never let a soul in again, as that would be yet another sin.
