I’ve spent so long in your shadow; I can’t remember the warmth of the sun.
No one is truly alive down here.
Through all of this decay, I will crawl out. I’ve been a slave to these wicked ways.
I gave into my vanity; disenchanting all the beauty elsewhere.
I’ve got nothing to compare.
Every day’s become a fight for survival as I try to keep the cold out,
but this kind of thing doesn’t pass through the door.
It spreads through your bones and leaves you longing for (the sun).
My heart’s become as broken as all of my empty promises.
I fail to find a way out of my own head. I look at my reflection and I fear for myself, my health, my friends, and all my passions. I refuse to be a victim of my circumstances even when I probably should be asking for a hand, but I never wanted to feel I couldn’t do it on my own.