-I've started to sit down in the shower 

-I'm not sure if how long, but it feels like hours

-Before I force myself to stand up and turn the water off

-But the second I do I can feel the runoff of my pain come fill up again

-And I can feel the weight of your hand collapsing onto the burnt skin

-That you boiled all those 4 years ago, and probably with a grin

-I say probably, cause as you must know

- I kept my eyes closed

-Just like they were last night

-When my brain decided not to put up a fight

-And the only flight I could catch; was laying in the snow

- How silly of me to think that was the end of the show

-Just like I thought it was, something around 2 years ago

-When I had dressed my depression up with a bow

-And told myself I would never again feel so low

-And I didn't, for about 730 days

-But only because my pain, was hidden in a daze

-The daze who's vibrations continuously started to raise

-Until I could no longer recognize this beautiful actor staring in all my ballets

-But what I could see, was how he or she would lay;

-In bed for hours of the day and play the notes of someone who received praise

-For being just like her; taking tokes of the marijuana glazed haze

-And no, those experiences could not be rephrased or replaced

-Because that's the truth, and how it still is some days

-Its kind of funny how they mistook that for the pain going away

-They looked at their life as a joke

-Which made it easier for the smoke and the coke

-To run through the veins of the legs

-That danced even under the constraints of the chains

-But even that weight was nothing compared to the thoughts in their brain

-That knew nothing but how to maintain and survive

-Even if that meant to deprive the very things that could revive

-So it was no surprise 

-When my head took a nosedive;

-Trying to force myself up against that comforting rain

-So it was no surprise;

-Still hypnotized

-Melting into the drain