Eleven days since I needed to let it all out,
Eleven days and I've felt like I was in a drought.
He had to see the ugly side of me,
The side I hide and want to drown at sea.
We stood there, and I began to shake,
With too much adrenaline for my breath to take.
But then I short-circuited and cried,
And it felt like the same night I died.
