Drip drop, drops drip from the door outside
My little quiet cove in which I can confine

Little tiny tisks of the clock pass me by
But away I stay where only I can see myself cry

Thunder thrusts through the night sky
My hungry hopes start to die

Drunken dreams and gutted goals grasp me as if to take my hand
Though these thoughts of mine still sink me in the sand


I steal stolen hope and wish for the best
After that, it’s up to life to do the rest

Drifting down darker paths I can’t control my mind
Moving pictures fill my head forming a sign

Memories migrate my mind to a happy place
One where I passed the test, and always won the race

My grip is falling short, don’t you dare give up this fast
Or else, I will forget the stories of the past