• Wasn't it you who said I didn't belong?
    In a world so deep; yet so shallow
    I always remembered to forget,
    that you would try to counter my words
    With something so harsh, that burned to the touch
    I always felt whole, but never enough
    Was I too empty?
    Or was it just you,
    draining the life from me like you always do
    I stumble and stagger but never fall down,
    just trying to stay upright
    But who's to blame when I fall down?
    Thus the melancholy ignites
    Now is the time I hold my hand,
    because I never had a hand to hold
    Back in shelter, in safety again
    Set in new times but enchained in the old
    Now that the lights flicker every time I weep
    I know that your soul's asleep
    Those times that I wish I could solve my problems
    with a flick of my wrist,
    and a quick, sturdy whish
    My troubles now are tucked away
    In a fire there they lay. . .