Easier.

[tigerlyllee]

Tell everyone that its not sad.
It's just easier.
I just want to shut my eyes.
Wont even hear the sound.

It's getting easier to imagine it.
I tell myself that I will come out of it.
All the lonely way through hell.
But I keep coming back around.

I locked you away
like a damsel
High in a tower.
Will it be okay
when the bottle
lets her out?

Be ready for the fall.
She wont let her hair down.