Only me could see the emptiness, in my heart,
Bearing blood so bleak with barren blues that'll bark.
Things begin to be just repetitive starts,
Changing up the rhythm to accompany the dark.
I was buying rope to hang myself, out of pain—
Thinking that I shouldn't ask for help, so ashamed.
Never seeing lights were just my destiny,
After all it's just my conscience testing me.
The light became a tragedy to marvel upon,
Metallic hands of time that used to turn itself on.
Skies the limit yeah, but I can only reach—
Rusty ceilings with a chair beneath me.