I've lost count of all the drinks I've downed.

So I go at a maddening pace and I pretend that it's taking his place.

But what else can you do when he refuses to face your reality?

My mental state is not secure.

Unrequainted love is a bore.

How can he ignore the pain that he's inflicted?

Fools rush in, so here am I.

I'm so tired of being here, but how can I move on when everything seems to have stopped.

I'm unhappy, but I'm happy to feel something.

Like the blade against my skin, the dagger in my heart or the searing burn of my tears!

My heat and I are fighting on how to handle you, my heart is trying to tell you how much I care for you, but you can't hear the screams through your ignorance.