| You’ve come to know, these waters to well | 
| They don’t mirror heaven, nor resemble hell | 
| They’re ever reaching waters | 
| Of angst and despair | 
| It’s not bad to be fair | 
| As it’s fear, not love, that conquers all | 
| It’s always there when you fall | 
| I am a hypocrite | 
| It’s for survival, a way to feel normal | 
| I have nothing to give | 
| So why aren’t you fucking leaving | 
| Shards of glass on dark, cold, floor | 
| Lush, violent anger, held back no more | 
| Relapse | 
| Once more, defeat | 
| Numbing | 
| I’ve been waiting for this | 
| Spin of insensibility | 
| Shutting down | 
| Then it turns around | 
| A pleasant feeling of loss | 
| A lovely smell of grief | 
| Just take it from me | 
| Nothing ever felt this bleak | 
| You’ve come to know, these waters to well | 
| They don’t mirror heaven, nor resemble hell | 
| They’re ever reaching waters | 
| Of angst and despair | 
| As it’s fear, not love, that conquers all | 
| It’s always there when you fall | 
| I twist the cold hard steel till I hear it click | 
| I pull back hard on the handle to make sure of it | 
| These locked doors deliver the solitude that I’m looking for | 
| To grey matter in civil war, they’re safe shores | 
| I know the knocks on the door know that I need them | 
| So I write my thoughts down, to save them | 
| And these words are soliloqies | 
| From minds that are their own damn enemies | 
| I am a hypocrite | 
| It’s for survival, a way to feel normal | 
| I have nothing to give | 
| So why aren’t you fucking leaving | 
| Shards of glass on dark, cold, floor | 
| Lush, violent anger, held back no more | 
| Relapse | 
| Once more, defeat |