I'm not afraid of these feelings that hide behind,
every single beings minds eye though most of you will attempt to ignore or deny
I would like to implore and prescribe
For ailments that most would describe
as loneliness and an empty feeling inside
That breaks every good idea presented in two
When left with only split intentions to hold onto
Will it form something new inside of you and taking what was there before out
Until your ribs crack from the pressure of your shouts
And you taste the blood that comes with the coughing bouts
And the stinging of loss doesn't change just because of elementary pain,
When your so broken inside that yo