On Falling Apart
It's started again, I think.
Be my friend
hold me
wrap me up
unfold me
I am small
and needy
warm me up
and breathe me
it probably doesn't help that I've been listening to that song, and writing furiously
a story from the viewpoint of Ophelia in Hamlet.
but i'm falling, so hard and so fast
and the cold is pulling me underwater
and i'm drowning in myself.
and we're fighting
i hate fighting
and i hate myself fighting
i never have a real point, something's just not right
and i have to voice that.
Wrap me up
and breathe me
Be my friend
hold me wrap me up
unfold me i am small and needy
Warm me up ... and breathe me