Just some words..
In this body I call myself,
I waste away to a tasteless liquid.
And seep into the dirt I resemble.
As you let me rest in peace,
In this bed you made for me.
Sometimes it's like the rain never stops,
As it leaks into my skin.
Way down here,
I thought I had escaped it all.
Even if I kept running,
You were always at my heels.
And even if I kept begging,
You'd never let in.
The dirt covers my eyes,
At least I don't have to see you anymore.
But it can't drain the memory,
even though it rains so hard when your alone.
I waste away to a tasteless liquid.
And seep into the dirt I resemble.
As you let me rest in peace,
In this bed you made for me.
Sometimes it's like the rain never stops,
As it leaks into my skin.
Way down here,
I thought I had escaped it all.
Even if I kept running,
You were always at my heels.
And even if I kept begging,
You'd never let in.
The dirt covers my eyes,
At least I don't have to see you anymore.
But it can't drain the memory,
even though it rains so hard when your alone.