It's Always Darkest Before The Dawn

Regrets collect like old friends, here to relive your darkest moments. I can see no way.

And I've been a fool and I've been blind. I can never leave the past behind, I can see no way. I'm always dragging that horse around.
And our love is pastured, such a mournful sound. Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground. So I like to keep my issues strong, but it's always darkest before the dawn.

Love Me And Oppress Me

You're always bound to fall, there's nothing you can do. The weight of gravity begins to pull you down again. So what are you to do now? Stuck between the hope and doubt, you get so close to clarity, makes you question everything .
We keep talking in circles, staring out with empty eyes. Wanting to be known again, so afraid of letting in. So do we leave it all to history? Will you ever answer me? Do you still recognize my voice? Or is it lost among the noise?
And while the world unravels, we're kicking at shadows. And everyone around us is making up chaos. I cannot find you, I'm walking like I'm blinded. Am i saying anything at all?
You're so far away, far away from me. Is it starting to break underneath my feet? Is it set in stone? Could someone tell me, please? Am I all alone? Am i just out of reach?     

More pain.  

Where Do I Begin?

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you.

I believe I've waited long enough. Is it over yet? Where are you?

And That Matters?

"If I jump, would I survive?"

"A clean dive, perhaps. What are you doing here?"

"I thought you might be missing me."

"You know that I am, but I can't trust you anymore."

"So what?"

Because We'll Be Together

I'll tell you a riddle. You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. But it doesn't matter. How can it not matter where that train will take you?

Death March

All that I am, all that I ever was is here in your eyes: they're all I can see. Those three words are said too much, but not enough.

"You still love him, huh?" "I can't imagine the day I won't."

"I just want you to be happy. I'm just sorry it couldn't be with me."

When You're So Choked Up The Words Won't Even Come Out

"Is this fun for you? You lucky devil. It just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it? I'm losing my mind. And they want me to beg my parents, who haven't called me, for help. And I won't. And I...I don't want to do this anymore. So the life that I was trying for is over. The life that I had is gone, and I'm feeling so damn sorry for myself that it's difficult to breathe."

I hate you all for not caring. I'm sorry for being a trainwreck. I'm sorry for feeling like I could die right this very moment and it wouldn't fucking matter. And it wouldn't. The world would keep on a'spinning.

I haven't felt like this in a while. And it feels refreshing. Like taking off a costume or a really uncomfortable pair of heels at the end of a long day. Like I can slip into sweats and be me. This is me. Disgusted, pathetic, over-analyzing, hopeless, and helpless.A destruction of a human being. A sad excuse. And no one can hear my cries for help. And they're not subtle either. So I'm starting to think that they can all hear me, they just don't care. And I guess I don't blame them. I'm just disappointed, is all.