( CLICK HERE. because I told you to. I have a large image behind this cut. I'm just being courteous. harharhar. Nah, it's just a journal entry and I'm just being lame. )

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is going to drown