It's so hard to swallow, all the lumps in my
throat, on the tip of my tongue, and I still
choke. If you squeeze me I might bleed just what
I'm feeling. I feel so empty. Staring through a
window, but a curtain covers it. I must be so
foolish. All this junk in my pockets is starting
to hurt my leg. It's starting to weigh me down.
I'm down but I'm not out.
There is a Band-Aid on my finger, but the
scar is in my head. I feel so exhausted. I stare
into a mirror, and I'm staring back at me. I'm
looking down at the ground, all around. I'm down
but I'm not out. I try to see clearly, but my eyes
are half shut. There's a cloud around my head
'cause I'm all blocked up.